Poem 677








I held
my love for you
as if it was
my final breath.
I took it in
until there was
no space
in my lungs
left.

I held it
‘til my head
felt dizzy..
‘til my face
turned blue.
All that
once mattered
to my heart..
was simply that
you knew.

Now,
I know better
ways to love
and still
to live.
Instead of
holding it..
I let it ebb
and flow.

So that
the both of us
may freely
breathe
our love.

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