This will be enough, this time
where the steps summoned storm fronts
like cat-calls
and half-assed apologies into the 3am
abyss.
This will prove the endlessness
of loneliness--
these the toads of your toes
as the tips of your tiny timid feet
kiss.
But I will tell you not to breathe
the heavy shouldered burden burned into your back
because you are more than empty
mason jars and grocery
lists.
And you will not breathe,
you will not breathe--
you will think only of breathing
but you will not breathe in
this.