PRACTICE

All this breathing in and breathing out

Is just a rehearsal

For the final expiration - -

Practice rounds

For that "last letting go."

Will it be

For me

A gasp, a sigh

A desperate holding on?

Or more like the "sweet nothings"

One whispers into the ear of a lover

Just before sleep takes over

After a long length

Of loving.

~ M.J. Gillespie 6-4-2000

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