breath to breath -

they say to mend an injured heart, move on and thus I've done so, time-and-time- again but though your smile, from me, is decades gone my dreams still find you haunting me, as then I've always held your heart, pristine and rare soft-pressed between life's pages like a rose and as the timeworn leaves may fade and tear that weather on love's blossom never shows I've tried so to forget you through the years still, twilight slumber finds my heart exposed and tho' I cleansed those memories with tears your phantoms keep returning, unopposed you took my breath quite often in the past and I've no doubt you'll take ... my very last.