If life was more than one big sigh,
I might not have decided on days knee-deep in questions.
I repeat to myself how I should let go,
but I would not be able to breathe again.
Attempts to shut it out and fill myself with other things
leave me awake on every cold night.
I consider your mind, your thoughts, and your dreams.
We spoke about travel and aged parenthood.
That night, you kept me warm,
but would not say how you didn't want to let go.
I promise you did not.














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