Like the breath I exhaled,
Never to breathe back in.
Anxious suffocation,
Filled to empty.
Your absence;
Our stop,
My end,
Gone.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Gone’
Like the breath I exhaled,
Never to breathe back in.
Anxious suffocation,
Filled to empty.
Your absence;
Our stop,
My end,
Gone.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Gone’
“Expression 