Wednesday 17 February 2021

When the Air Rushes Out.


When the grief first arrives

It folds you flat in half 

And the air rushes out


No matter how hard you try

The air won't come back

The air rushed out


Eventually, you can gasp

The grief rushes in

The air rushes in


That moment with no breath

Feels like eternity

The tears rush out


It's the tiny piece of death

The first bit to crack your heart

And the air rushes out


Each second, each minute, each hour

Time stands still

While the world spins


Julia Robertson

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