Like
Breath
The
slant of his handwriting
as
familiar as the feel of an old letter,
his
notes in the margin
like
bars of a song,
the
heart of the message,
words
yet spoken.
Dawn
rises over half-open eyes
and
her chest is aching,
holding
back longings.
She
takes up pen to write
letters
with no known address,
props
them in the book he gave.
Around
her, day breaks gently
like
his breath in her ear.
Mary Anna Kruch
Mary
Anna Kruch is a career educator and writer, inspired by the human condition and
the natural world. Her first poetry collection, We Draw Breath from the Same
Sky, was published in July. Recent poetry appears in Trinity Review,
Portage Magazine, Credo Espoir, The Mark Literary Review, Wayne Literary
Review,The Remembered Arts Journal, and an anthology, After: Stories
About Loss & What Comes Next
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