Holding My Breath

A poem about making time personal.

If you see me holding my breath

Don't worry I'm just freezing time.

You see I've found it means much more

To measure time by the rise and fall of my chest

Than to watch each meaningless second tick by.

This I can make last, this I can control.

Now time ends and begins with me,

But perhaps I could love you enough

To give up my own time and take yours,

To measure time by the rise and fall of your chest 

For time to end with your last breath.

Author's Note

Just remember this is a very rough draft. Any and all comments are welcome.