The most beautiful moment.

Tears.
Like oceans overflowing barricades.
The flood.
I Drown for your breath.

I blow your face,
perfectly still.
Serene, tragic.
Tiny, fulfilling.
Why did this happen?

The tears keep coming.
Even now,
hidden in a painful box, my mind, pandora guards.

I remember the first embrace.
I arrived, late.
You were thrown to me
before I could catch my breath.
before I could compose.
before I could gather. be strong.

Floods came. They still do.
Here you were.
Yet were not.
Why.

I blow.
It doesn’t come.
I prayed and I blew and still you were.
Surrounded.
Tragedy.
Beauty.
Nightmares.
Here you were.

We are lucky I suppose.
We treasure those days, in the depths of our chambers, they are ours.
Precious.
Untouched by the demons.
No one can tarnish.

I took you and bathed you
as the tears engulfed my soul
slowly and quickly
drowning a piece of me.
Of our family.  

Pain touching
my every capillary.
Still I blew.

You broke me.
You connected me.
You taught me.

Real love.
Real meaning.
Still.