A breath today.
A moment away.
Becomes a breath not felt,
on any day.
Now another breath’s longing,
grows impatient, and constricts,
in those same passages where,
breaths are made.
Lingering, trapped, there they multiply,
within the narrow confines where,
those breaths now stay.
Breaths muffled within,
lost soft whispers,
still hoping to be swept free.
Breaths stifled, left in pockets of air,
stale to the touch.
Only to grow cold as they multiply,
leaving dark damp circles,
the silence within the sigh.
So it is when breaths go away.