breathless

what a chore was breathing

at that very moment

when you first appeared

standing in the doorway

 

I knew nothing then

and yet sensed everything

beyond the beauty

drawing deep from my lungs

 

straight into the whirlwind

beset by my emotions

I slip into freefall

with each remembrance

 

lost in this precious gift

this consuming recollection

etched across my mind’s eye

in the passing of an instant

 

a vision so complete

as repeats without fading

leaving me, without warning

occasionally, breathless

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