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Breathe
Breathing should be easy.
You should be here.
Moments exist in my life where I turn
expecting you to be sitting there,
standing there, smiling there,
but you’re not.
And breathing becomes difficult.
Moments occur at times where I lay down,
arms reaching for you, grasping
for some solid warmth to bring me to sanity,
but you probably don’t even know my name.
And breathing becomes a chore.
Moments happen where I laugh at something,
turning to share it with you, giggle, chuckle,
but your smile is not something I know.
And breathing becomes hollow.
You should be here.
I should know you by now.
But I must breathe on.
