Lips pressed together to form an 'o'
Releasing a breath, ever so slow.
The air was caged in a soapy dome
Racing towards the neighbouring ozone

A warm breath fading into midnight blue.
Evicted air just trying to pass through.
The sky hurled tear drops down,
steering the troubled bubble into a ghost town.

Sneaking through a forgotten crack,
lost in a creaking wooden shack.
A little girl of two,
came skipping into the room.

She looked at the dislodged air,
as if it was a silent prayer.
She held out both of her little hands.
An oasis in this waste land.

Closer, warmer, safer, just don't rush
, but as soon as the little bubble touched
It was gone.
Seen by no one

The bitter breath finally free