An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous hurts are always
subtle. In slow motions he feels
the road that will make its return.
Some days he thinks he won't. Nothing
is there to return. Though, he will.
He will live through these ups and downs.
Life is a good addiction and
so is love. Ha! So is love. True.