Breathless

She found me gasping in the space between caught breaths.
“Are you well?”
I tried, how I tried, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Can I help you?”
I wanted to say yes, to beg for her aid.
“Well, you are an odd one,” she said, taking my hand and sitting down. “I’ll stay with you whilst you feel better.”
I nodded, my eyes saying thank you where my words couldn’t.
“That’s better,” she said, “you’re settling now.”
But I wasn’t and every minute she sat there, I grew worse. I hoped if I died, she’d stay with me forever.

17 thoughts on “Breathless

      1. So you are like my father, you might as well adopt a 33 year old kid. Just )give me a roof, t.v, internet, and some food, almost forgot and cigarretes ( I´m running out of them and I get irrate), so yo me dadddy ( that was my American gangster slang)

        Good man, by the way I have started reading you book, not much I should confess since it´s hard to focus when living in this piece of s…it house, but I´ll get trhough it.
        And again, I really apreciate you sending it.

  1. Hold on I forgot more of these ………………… Why in the world people put up those things? I emulate so I can relaate in my state of hate and be berrate……..

      1. I´m on it, nobody gives me any response………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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