A short poem.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
I took in a breath of fresh air
On Monday
And it stayed
In my lungs
Until Friday
Around 4PM
“Hey” she said
Letting herself in
That short word
Never meant so much
“Hey”
The joy didn’t even well up
It all came out in the hug
and
The exhale was sweet
And now I’m closing
my eyes
and breathing in the pillow
she
leaned on
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