I never saw you.
Just the sound of you. wafting loud
thru the mid-night air.

The low cadence of your
exhale eased me. Us.
Sent us to sleep.
But we laughed at the
awkward noise. wounds showing.

Each night you planted grove
after grove. inside my heart.
centering me still. the rhythm.
the steady meditation.

The slow stream of your breath.
So that when you were gone.
I missed it.