We lift our hearts, though heavy they may be.
We lift them high, not for others to see, but rather, so that we may breathe.
Breathe a full breath.
A breath of unfettered relief.
A breath long over due.
A breath of undisputed need.
Our lungs, now free of the heft a heart brings,
Long for its prensence,
Long for its warmth, and
Long for its beat.
And though we may breathe deep.
Deeper than ever before.
Our lungs long for a familiar breath.
A hearty breath once more.