She is every reaction of my
                                  thought.

A reflection of my every
                             movement.

My sight is only for her,
                         never upon

                      another's bust.

My heart couldn't beat,
   without her in my veins..

She is my breath my exhalation.
                       My forever moments

that never fade only make me breath deeper.

I never took the moments
as if they were momentary
                          singular
                    ­          finite.
                                       .
                                       .
You were my breath   I
           never knew how to
take one with out you..

Unison in inhalation,
                          exhalation
of each others moments.


But I know that with every
              breath that your there
with me.


I 'll always look at you,
       as time is transfixed on

our breathes,

              and I know that when  

I exhale there is whispered moments
           that will say "I love you,

even though not heard by others,
       these words always escape our lips.

I was a journey of tracks leading to a
                  vacant lot. Never were my
wheels meant to traverse more than
              when they stagnated soundless.

But then you found the embers still
              smouldering ever so serene.
Not looking like they needed a breath
to give life to an ending that was certain.

You put your exhalation upon the tracks,
               warming the rust of sorrow away.
Where the haunting memories lingered, you gave
them the means to move past the forest of loneliness.

There was no voyage worth a singular motion,
         but you showed me the mist wasn't forever.
And together we tracked old tracks cutting deep,
             together we healed ever route yesterdays fading.