I will breathe.

I will force myself to consider
the rise of my chest, the lift of my shoulders
the slow, slow release,
and again.

I will breathe.
When there is nothing else.
I will kick at the clouds in my head,
the twisting, wrenching pain,
the emptiness.

I will breathe,
I will let you wash over me.
All that you were, all that I wish you would be.
My heart will beat for you,
and again.

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