I hear every breath
coming into my lungs,
it wheezes through my nose
as it makes its way inside of me
carrying life-giving oxygen.
That sound alone
makes realize
I am truly alive.

But, I feel dead.
I do not know when
or where it happened,
how or even why
something inside me
has died.

I feel like crying,
raining tears
trying to recapture
the part of my soul
that made me
want to love you.
And I know it will be
to no avail.

For once gone,
broken-spirits never
return to the
scene of the pain.