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 *******