Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I Breathe

I press my head to my pillow
in a feeble attempt
to push the dream
that dribbled out into the silent moment
between waking and sleep,
back into the secret hollows
of my mind.
I fill the space around the memory of it
with slow whispers of pleading
and part the silence with sobs
for the hands, reaching
and letting go.
And while an aching sweeps across the morning,
I breathe slowly
and rise.

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