while they flood my mind and I gasp and cough

I can feel the hollow your presence left

when you de-parted and  I was bereft

of a once fulfilling kindred spirit

–breathe and stretch and stretch and breathe
and breathe and stretch and stretch and breathe-

So here I sit and think and meditate

the light of a new life to contemplate

It pours into me while I slowly stretch

and reach that void and fold into its flesh

my own soul, and my will, to my last breath

-breath out the bad breathe in the good
and breath out the bad breathe in the good-

For there is no one to love as one could

if you don’t love yourself first, as you should

There is no worst foe than your own head

where all those self-inflected  wounds are bred

and your angst, and fear, and self doubt is fed

-exhale 123 123 now breathe
and do it again , and do it again-

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