Blue faced and ready to go.
I can not stop the inevitable embrace.
Closer we come, until we hug.
Closed eyes and holding breath.
A pat on the back says its time to leave, “Please Breathe.”
She said, “Before I let you go.”
I said, “No.”
She said, “Yes.”
Standing toe to toe.
Holding tighter the fog comes on fast.
Still holding, I don’t know how long I can last.
“Please forgive me,” I pray to my god, and breathe in the devil.
“Now was that so darn bad?”
“No it wasn’t,” I said with her eyes on mine.
Then she walked off with a stumble, and a, “I’m ok.” So divine.
So if you find yourself in this situation, and asked for exhalation, have no hesitation.