This is the Air
This is the place, and your face
at this window, crazy with joy when
you saw me.
That was the way you would fill
the long hours, waiting
expectantly.
Those were the sounds in the hall
when I'd call you, back from some
dream country,
chasing some wildthing, far from
the hearthfire, beside some
sunlit sea.
There was the journey, the distance
we traveled, the end we didn't
foresee.
Taking the hard turn, caught
offguard, you struggled in vain
to get free.
That was the pulse of the promise
I whispered, deep in your ear
endlessly.
This is the air I will breathe now,
this vacuum, this void where you
used to be.
posted by six spruce @ 11:04 AM
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