#hersacredbreaths

She knows each breath is sacred Every inhalation/exhalation Another day, another way To appreciate life’s miracles She is a fierce warrior With an epic heart Standing up for those who can’t Divining truths kept hidden Handling them with understanding And grace, not taking for granted The grace she has been given

Why? Just. Why. Was I not deserving of a goodbye? // Maybe you were, But he couldn’t bring himself, To saying it, Knowing it might break you. // I’m left with unanswered questions So much communication, Only to awake to a blank space. It hurts. // It surely hurts, The pain gets unbearable too, So does the feeling, Maybe you’re in a better place, And everytime he picks up the phone, He keeps it back again, telling himself, You wouldn’t want it. // But, I do want it. I would love to know If only to have the opportunity to ask “why” I would hate to end a friendship, as it is. We shared so much. My every source of contact …..has been deleted. I was worth, more than that. It’s painful. Very much so. // You were worth more, More than anything he had to offer, More than whatever mediocrity he had. Pain is now a part, A part of both of your lives, You both suffer in isolation, Weeping on wounds, Of his making. He wants to be sorry, But every sorry he utters, Is totally hollow, But tears form in his eyes, He can’t see you in so much pain.