Image courtesy of Grey's Anatomy
Your Breath
Image courtesy of Grey's Anatomy
Your breath in winter
Reminds me that we breathe;
Inhaling, exhaling, exalting
Where fault lines are crossing
Like the palm of your hand
Your breath is a language
Unspoken,
Yet I can see it,
Hear it, touch it,
But never hold it,
As my chest compresses and expands
And you hold my diaphragm tightly
Clutched like a hunting knife
Thrust into the belly of a fawn
Your breath fades
Like every breath fades
Because everything fades
And everything comes in phases
And leaves faded,
Until my breath doesn’t show
And there’s no reflection
To remind me that it’s still there