Breathing Moments


There is no such thing

as comfort,

just a momentary break

from the pain,

and those who seek it,

shake like junkies

when their time comes ’round again.


You know

as well as I know,

there’s no respite

to be found here,

just those short,

breathing moments

when the sky is clear.


We held on

to what we thought

was comfort,

until we both

almost died.

That bed we’d made

was an expensive grave,

and our comfort

was a lie.


so set it all on fire, now.

We’re gonna walk away,

and be better for it.

Every lie

we ever told

can burn through the night,

and we’ll be gone

by morning.



HG – 2020

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