I sit by the bed and watch you breathe,
your chest, rising and falling
with the rhythm of my soul.
Your hand in mine,
a hint of a smile forms on your lips,
and I can’t help but wonder
if you’re inhaling memories
as you're exhaling time.
About the Creator
Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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