Hiatus

I held my breath as long as I could Until my lungs began to burn I forgot my Tibetan embodiments And gave breathing again, a turn O, I held my breath and waited for you From October, till Winter’s depth Yet you could not say On any day That your heart held any breadth For me or my breathlessness or my cares Or my happy days or my joys You measured me By another tree That splintered And left you forlorn And you hoped for naught So, your ropes were caught In the tree Like a kite in a storm. O, there’s always a reason Why loving fails And makes a person go And your wordlessness Made me blow out my breath And prefer a sensible life To death And go out to watch the snow.