Who Else

Connect to our breaths

Feeling lost Crying within Stagnant in our mind Excluded by our heart

We hence crave their taste Embrace their glorified pace Buy them grace and gifts And expect them to begin Playing, falling, loving, or connecting

How awesome we would be If we knew how To keep them connected But let them recharge

How great it would feel To breathe their presence Touch their reluctant patience Accept their unforeseen absence While living, being, enjoying, or feeding our heart

But we have become senseless Our pride transgressed our feelings We aren’t even to be felt by ourselves Who else could connect to our breaths