Ragged breath. Gasps fill the quiet room.
The breathing stops. No sound. Silence.
Inhale.
Relief.
His sentinels sit. We watch. We listen.
A melody sings out easy. A husband, to his love.
“The landslide will bring it down.”
The dread is heavy, the uncertainty thick.
There is no hope. But there is love.
Visible.
Abundant.
Resignation hovers. The inevitable approaches.
Peace will come, leaving sadness in its wake.
When tethered no more, this will be the down.
Remember.
Now soar.
©️Michael Rohrer
July 29, 2020
