When I hold my breath
I catch sight of my thoughts
and put them in order.
Your red hair and coffeepots,
your mind seemed to be your monster.
When I hold my breath
everything stops
and I go back
to before you left the city,
to before you lost your job.
I go back to when
we first met
and put our guards up.
When I hold my breath
I hear what you left unsaid
and I feel stranded.
I'm lost
and I know you're affected.
When I hold my breath
it feels like I'm in a dream.
When I breathe again,
it's a nightmare
for you're not there.
©anastriana
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