[You knew that night. Her footfalls (easy; familiar, and new) against your sidewalk loosened your strangled airways. Oxygen pummeled your wanting, shrunken lungs, and breathing (again, for the first time) was far more than enough.
Living, since, has been one long sigh of relief.]
309. Running. 18SJ. Writing (slowly. but writing.). Amaretto sours. Reading, Pennsylvania. Sunday mornings.