Poem-A-Day: Day 515

Breathe

Twenty-seven times the city lights
changed fast on empty,
and I feel you're gonna breathe.

I breathe bitter,
and the test of time
treated you rough, always kind.

I let lonely feel the deal,
letting me breathe,
and I breathe hollow.

You breathe empty
without love,
and I breathe without you.

And you breathe.
I believe empty love.
You breathe without love.