Though at this point being had and held
Seems right. It
was as I remember it
A promise of reciprocal possession
And the holding sounded sweet. It is.
I hear you breathe above the constant
Crickets there between my failing ears
As morning light begins to slip around
The bedroom window blinds.
I’ll breathe with you a little longer
Here then quietly I’ll rise to just
Another day to have and hold.
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