Enduring Breaths

Laying down wondering where did you go after visiting my dreams from time to time? A regular guest you became, Now I see you less and less leaving my memories in such an emotional distraught, as you left a feeling I thought I would never have, a desire unknown, a burning sensation leaving me trembling whenever I fall asleep dreaming hoping to see you but terrified to awake in our gardens with- out you, your lasting impression heightens this tension made by your breath, voice, smile, and eyes, a reflection in every flower I pass by, as I get closer to the end of this path, I slowly step off this carousel, despite your absence in our short lived encounters, I await your return breathing in the last gift you left, silently I yearn on my own behalf..