Breathe

I keep telling myself,

“It’s all right.

Feel this way.”

I don’t like it.

Emotion clutches me.

“Let it be.”

It’s settling hard.

May 23^rd.

A memory.

“Was it yesterday?”

It seems so.

“I am sad.”

Sorrow seeps in.

“Can I jump out of my skin

or run away?”

No.

I stay.

I remember.

May 23^rd.

Followed by

May 24^th.

Memories.

Can’t let them go today.

So, I will breathe.

“I will breathe,

And remember

You.”

                                    Remembering Alex in the early morning  -- May 23, 2014

A little poem of love by Judith DeChesere-Boyle