I may not remember much about how you loved me once,
But I remember how my breath used to get caught in my chest
Whenever you walked into the same room I was in, and I remember just how you made me feel every time you spoke my name
How I could feel myself folding in worship to you, and
How I would crawl if had only you mentioned for me to come closer.
I loved even though it broke me and
I continue to love even now as it fogs my mind,
binds my feet, and blinds my eyes
So many years after, and I am still wholly yours.
How do I walk away from the one who taught me how to breathe