when you've got no more breath in you
I'll remember when you felt so alive to me
your heart beating on mine
and if you ever feel oh so lonely
perhaps I shall recall when you carried me back home
your breath strong and steady and your blood
pumping under my fingers
your skin hot like a fever but you were fine;
my hands cold like a snowstorm but you were the summer
I knew when you stumbled and fell
and I left you to pick up the pieces
but you had to learn how to get up on your own
despite the traitor whispering, telling me
to lend you a hand.
you were there when my knees buckled and the breath was taken out of me
your hands ready and reached to take the fall
I brushed you away, because I knew
how to stand up.
but when you
if you
learn to live in a world where I'm gone
when you, if you
only realise how strong you are
(to me)
that's when I won't let go.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poesíaa poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
