Hard to Breathe

I find it hard to breathe at times.
I gasp at the sight of you.
Still I know that breath will come
for my breathing can't be through.
I have too many words to say
and many more songs to write.
So breathing becomes unlabored
as I fill this page at night.

To think of the unthinkable
I just will not allow.
For I must see the face I love
and concentrate somehow
on never being unable to see
a time when you are gone.
For then I surely will not breathe
and my last breath will be drawn

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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