Hypoxian Love
Tell me:
why is it that
when you left,
it became harder
for me to breathe?
As if where you went,
the oxygen followed,
certainly as bewitched
by you as I.
The air here seeming
thinner;
my lungs somehow
weaker;
as if compressed
by the weight
of my heart.
Copyright © A.M. Demotte | Year Posted 2022
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