Sonnet 2: Of Breath and Love

In one breath, a quivering inhale rose,

A fragile note that lingered on my tongue;

The words I love you bloomed despite my throes,

A steady chord too certain to stay unsung.

In one breath, our harmonies took flight,

Sweet nothings drifting gently to your ear.

With laughter, sighs, soft melodies of night,

Each phrase composed to draw our spirits near.

But every song fades, though echoes prolong,

Our rhythm faltered, shadows claimed the score.

I clung to hope within our failing song,

And begged the silence: grant me one breath more.

In one breath, I loved her.

In one breath, she was gone.