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.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2021
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