Breathing

Grouper

I sigh here, laying gently
A murderer, and then you touch
Saw you run hard
You faced to clear the frame

I sat with you and pictured your small body
Dripping through the snow
It doused our light out with dusk
The feel of the wind on your face

I saw your chest still racing
I felt an urge to reach, but

Written by: Liz Harris
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