Breathe Again

Breathe Again

You knocked the wind from me.

I saw the apple fall,

Hitting the ground,

with no sound at all.

The shrivel. The shrivel

The fruit can no longer grow.

The fruit will no longer grow.

I try to understand,

try to comprehend,

watching the apple tree.

It sways in the wind.

That wind.

That wind from the past.

It’s long gone like my breath.

I can’t breathe.

The hit. It hit.

Such ferocity.

No catching or stopping,

just take a breath.

I’ll wait. I’ll wait.

Air in the lungs,

Hit the ground.

We’ll both be done.

R.B. Winters
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