The Air We Breathe
A tear trickles down her face, brushing past
her flushed cheeks.
The drop vanishes into the threads of a linen skirt,
as her eyelids fall like soft blankets to hide such
glassy, swollen eyes.
Each breath skipping a beat in time
bringing sorrow into
The air we breathe
Chills sweep through every inch
of her body,
and the tales of winter set in a delicate soul.
Her heart has frozen overtime
but shatters in an instant.
For each breath she takes leaves a scar to remind her
of the time love betrayed her
Bringing sorrow into
The air we breathe
Confusion buries her blessings as she wonders about the
meaning of love.
She longs for nothing more than to know how she lost
such a precious gift.
She screams into the night for forgiveness,
only to find herself
Bringing sorrow into
The air we breathe
One block over
a mother is regretting the mistake she
never meant to make.
She holds an old photo in her hands of a girl
with a delicate soul.
She whispers into the night begging for forgiveness,
only to find herself
Bringing sorrow into
The air we breathe
