BREATHING

You are a high C.
A dangerous note to end on.

And in choir, they always told us to breath deep, but,
sometimes we help each other breath
and sometimes we suffocate each other.

I guess that's why you always seem to end up
tangled in lung metaphors when you write about me.

I didn't mean to tie bricks to your lungs,
I was trying to teach you how to breath.

Breath in through your heartaches
and out through your dreams.

Breath long and deep,
and love the same way.