maggiedorine
I wake up in the morning for no reason; I go, I move, I breathe a little. I never breathe it all in. We move along, you and I, in this habitual movement, a mandatory dance, a breath of tiny life.
We don't breathe it all. We do not respond.
We wake up in the morning for no reasons, no more reason to celebrate waking up next to each other, no joy for feeling the other on the opposite side. We have no more reasons to love.
Yet we still move forward. Holding onto glittering, scant memories of lust and excitement and elation without fear. Looking backward for a time where we thought and felt and discovered.
We do not breathe so much anymore.
We do not love so much any longer.