close.

it feels like-
i’m breathing with my stomach;
i’m thinking with my throat; and
i’m walking on my heart.

it had to be done.
it needed to stop.
and it’s okay,
we’ll be okay.

i’m trying really hard.
to breath with my lungs;
to think with my head; and
to walk on the ground, again.

i’m sorry.
i should go.