Breath
I inhale slow and deep as you pass by because
the scent of soap and sweat,
fresh cut grass and gasoline,
hard work and honesty,
fill my lungs with your essence.
It’s how I train my breath to steady itself
as I prepare for your inevitable absence.
I love the cadence of this poem. Beautiful job!
Sad emoji.
The sensory details anchor (and take the reader directly to) the emotional weight of the piece.
Love this. It is so true.
Thanks, Wendy Jett! The truth is difficult to capture in a moment. I certainly tried. Thank you for reading!