I use to write like
it was my only way to get oxygen
about all the things I wanted to do
places I dreamed to go
people I had met
and those I hoped to one day meet
my writing brought memories back to life
people back to life
feelings back to life
it would stop the the hands of time
but now I can't write because when I do
I write about you
and it brings it all back
and I feel like I do
after running a mile
in the middle of spring
and I'm asthmatic