Breathe Again

When you left, I held my breath,
stopping the turning of my world.
I lay in wait, not sleeping nor eating,
'till you returned.
Fruitless it may be,
yet there I stayed,
unblinking and unwavering.
The day I learnt to
never expect your shadow in my doorframe,
cobwebs were lifted from my eyes,
and dust shaken from my hair.
Every day I was told to
breathe again,
yet the sigh lying dormant on my tongue
would not leave,
save a chance meeting with you.

3/14/2008