A breath.

Each breath takes up part of a day.
Every breath restarts the clock of life.

Expansion.

The expansion of the lungs can be meaningful.

A sigh.
A squeal.
A gasp.

A breath.

A chilled afternoon in May,
Looking to the sky for light.
Gloom surrounding my town,
Leaving no light to be found.
A sigh escapes in the form of wind.
Uncertainty portrayed through clouds.
Mother Nature is kind.
Gaia is bold
Earth is undefined.

A fight on the phone, so common now.
Working through the day just to fight.
I try to keep my head held high, missing you still.
While you are right in front of me, I miss you.
Not you now, but the person you used to be.

I miss the sweet embraces when I saw you.
I miss feeling my heart fill at the sight of you.
All that I want is for you to look at me the same way.
But I acknowledge that this is not who I used to know.

I miss the memories, the cooperation, and on, and on, and on.
Just know I miss the person you used to be.