I feel as though I've been holding my breath
along with the night that seems to bleed
its dark mood on every nuance it touches;
Even the rain falters slightly on its way down
after reciting the goodbye stanza to the clouds.
Thick ropes of anxiety braid the humid air,
and keep it captive with uttermost conviction,
robbing me the element I need to appease my lungs;
I wonder if I will ever get to breathe again.
I wish I hadn't let my breath run away when
you took my hand, so small compared to yours,
and made me feel secure enough to believe that
fairy tales can come true just by the feel of it.
I wish I hadn't been caught in the beauty of
the final stanza where you and I can be as one.
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