Morning Breath

I woke up old

From a sleepless night

My hands still tepid of the cold

Gift you kept in your promise to fight

There was no wind from the North

The lights were dimmed inside

We knew time was for a night flight

Yet time was now a silent process

I read “Where The Wild Things Are”

So we can both dream that night

Of furry beasts and happy ends

We both knew could not be yours

Today I woke up old

Knowing you will never grow old

For my hands could not change the fear

You had of leaving all that was dear

I called you without promises

Like a story only books can tell

But that I will always be there

Living the last tremor of your hand

When you let my hand

Go

July 17, 2013

A day before the 8th year since Ani's death