A Weight of Words

How air rests heavy on the chest
when she is not here.

Tired lungs search desperate
for the sweet taste that
the tongue knew when it spoke
with tender words of praise.

A weight of love pulls
pen to the page once again.

Empty space yearns to be full
of the beauty it has seen,
and I live between the lines
to paint her in verse.

How air rests heavy on the chest
when she is not here.

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