oxygen gently cradles his head
up and down
up and down
as he uses my ribs
as a soft bed for slumber
he doesn't know i hold my breath when i am scared
he doesn't know this is the first time i have felt like i can breathe in weeks
like who ever kidnapped my lungs brought them back
it makes me sad to think that this exact moment in time will soon feel like swallowing razor blades
it will suffocate me and taint my thoughts dull
it keeps me up at night knowing that at one point
my heart and his head were just inches apart
his hair has grown long since the last time i held him
he's like no one you have ever read about
it's just poetic *******