Space Between Breaths

I've realised this lately,

That there's a space,

Between two breaths,

Ever so small that,

It often gets unnoticed.

But, there's this moment,

When you're not inhaling,

Or exhaling,

Just holding on,

To the air in you,

Not intentionally,

But normally,

Effortlessly doing it without realising,

The moment when you're full of air and alive,

That moment is the one I often think about you.

But, there's also this moment,

When you're not exhaling,

Or inhaling,

Just letting go,

The air in you,

Not intentionally,

But normally,

Effortlessly doing it without realising,

The moment when you're without air and empty,

That moment is also the moment I often think about you.

I think of you not just while I'm breathing, but also in moments I'm not.

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