She was breathing cool mist and sunflowers
Beaming on her chest
The suns rays
Reflecting eyes
Everything was defined as fine
She breathed in but lightly coughed
Something was clutching a hint of air
A speck of pollen, perhaps
Relax
Everything is still defined as fine
She took a shaky breath
It was all too easy
He was a pillow for rest
Heart on his chest
Everything was too defined, too fine
She gasped for a breath
Because abruptly against the ticking clock
The air was grasped straight out of her lungs
All this time she thought she had
To count her breaths
To the rhythm of his chest
Without ever feeling distant from it
Was wasted,
Was taken for granted.
She could not breathe.
-vivi
