A friend needed inspiration today, so I used her need as my own.<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
In the space of a breath, I saw her, that euphoric moment when your lungs are full
\nMaking you high, just for that instant, before you have to let go
\nShe was darting between puddles, keeping her shoes dry, her eyes low
\nAn exhalation spoiled my buzz
\nAnd she was gone
\nStill there, like the painted ads that fade on the sides of buildings
\nBut gone like a whisper
\nI wanted to hold her, I think, but who can really come to grips with all one’s thoughts
\nIn the space of a breath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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