She is lying in bed–
tucked under her duvet,
wrapped in freshly
washed sheets, breathing
into the phone that I know
is on her pillow–
97 miles from me.
It is her asthma, acting
up right on time, that
is keeping me awake
so I am lying, under
my own duvet, holding
onto my own phone,
thinking
about the airways
carrying every breath
into and out of her lungs–
inflamed, muscles tightening,
narrowing paths
thinking
that maybe breathing
in the same cells, oxygen
mixing with carbon, me
mixing with you, you might
be able to breathe
a little easier
thinking
that I know
I breathe easier
with you
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
She is lying in bed–
tucked under her duvet,
wrapped in freshly
washed sheets, breathing
into the phone that I know
is on her pillow–
97 miles from me.
It is her asthma, acting
up right on time, that
is keeping me awake
so I am lying, under
my own duvet, holding
onto my own phone,
thinking
about the airways
carrying every breath
into and out of her lungs–
inflamed, muscles tightening,
narrowing paths
thinking
that maybe breathing
in the same cells, oxygen
mixing with carbon, me
mixing with you, you might
be able to breathe
a little easier
thinking
that I know
I breathe easier
with you
