December 2010
2 posts
Breathe Again
Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn’t look back at the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours? All those words came undone and now I’m not the only one facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns.
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe. Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something. Out of...