Category: Poetry & Poetic Prose

I hold my breath.
You tell me to breathe.
You hold your breath until we breathe in synchrony;
a symphony of ins and outs.

When you left,
I held my breath,
waiting for permission to breathe again.

My hands are turning blue and
you are the only person that I want to hold them.

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12:34 A.M. or
one process of saying goodbye involving
two "I love you"s,
three kisses and
four "Goodnights."

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