It was as if the earth could breathe
But it couldn’t, I remembered, even after the
Sky yawned wide and ate us both.
        (of course, we weren’t the only ones,
        but you’ll suffer for poetry?)
You held my hand tight because you
were afraid
        (maybe it was I who held you?)
But we had nothing to fear
So says you, but we never did
get anything right.
        (not intentionally, anyways)
“Forever isn’t black,” you suppose, “there’s land still”
I nod and agree but do not speak
You open up and can’t but say “It’s as if the earth can
breathe”