Breathing

Every time you held me tight and slept off in my arms, I noticed your breath and I breathed with you. I inhaled and exhaled with you. I never slept any of those times when you slept in my arms. I couldn’t. It was magical to feel every part of your body that was touching mine. It was fulfilling to know that you found peace in my arms. I smiled as I heard you snore. I loved the rhythm of your breath and how I matched mine with yours.

Those moments where you were mine and only mine, where you had no pain of your past and no fears of tomorrow, where you had no struggles within and façade without. Those innocent moments where you just were… and I loved you even more. Every breath etched you inside of me and darling you are the cosmic painting I carry within.

Shallow breaths, deep breaths, inhaling through nose and exhaling through mouth breaths, sweet breaths, yummy breaths, all breaths… Every breath has been memorable, every breath important. Every breath expressed your love and every breath accepted mine. Every breath bounded us together. So many nights… so many breaths… so much love…

I still feel your breath on my body every night and I match mine with yours. It’s all I’ve got and how I feel you alive even after you’ve long gone…