Weeping and breathing.
That is the rhythm of dawn.
Tears on the pillow.
Night still hanging on.
I wake up heavy.
Heart out of tune.
Grief in the silence.
Too early for noon.
Weeping and breathing.
Air in my chest.
Trying to settle
What will not rest.
Memory hits me.
Sharp as the light.
Love does not vanish
Just because it’s night.
Weeping and breathing.
Tremble and sigh.
Asking the ceiling
Why, God, why.
If I did not love
I would not ache.
If it meant nothing
Nothing would break.
Weeping and breathing.
Holding the line.
Grief is the cost
Of loving what’s mine.
So I rise with the sorrow.
I stand with the sting.
A cracked hallelujah
Is still something I sing.
Weeping and breathing.
Tear by tear.
If I am still breathing
Then I am still here.
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