Breath

I feel
Wind.
Gently and timidly
Whispering
To me.
And my memory.
Fading.
Carefully.
Silently
Counting
Hours.
A day.
And days
Counted.
The wind
Not a narrator.
You’re it.
You are
Soft.
Always.
Hearing you.
Your voice
Like an echo.
A silent drop.
A little
Shy.
A timid pulse
A fall in an ocean.
Beauty and intimacy.
It romps.
Let the waves roar.
There storms.
This burst
Of passion.
An echo of love.
Hear
A whisper.
Inconspicious.
A tenderness
In hope
And rememberance.
A centre of truth.
In memory.
I am
Close.
Entwined.
I am
Born.

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