We Breathe

We Breathe

–Geoff O’Keeffe

In these empty times

between being together

I hold my breath,

waiting for you,

sometimes for days,

and everything in my world

waits with me.

The still air is hollow and sad.

I wait until your dark eyes

will once again

softly hold mine,

and I see you in front of me,

open and saying yes;

until you enter the room,

talking bright sunshine and

laughing lighting,

leaving me dizzy;

until I walk behind you,

seated at a meeting,

feeling your body’s warmth,

remembering us moving slowly;

until you hand me a paper

and your fingers linger just

a little too long

against mine,

and the future flows between us;

until I finally, joyfully pull you

hard and close to me

and we gasp for air through

smiles that know

we are together,

we are home, and

I can breathe once more.