I wasn't lying when I said you took my breath away.

It was beautiful till I turned blue,

but guess what! (i'll tell you)

I found it today.

It wasn't hiding, it had just gotten smaller.

It shied away from my hand when I reached for it

in the haste held by a man who realizes

he's dying every day.

Like the last tree in a mechanical day dream

it coughed at the presence of the past.

You, the very one who shooed it away from my form,

you whos heart beat was too loud to lift up

anything but my ecstasy,

told me to be patient.

You helped me find my breath again.