Cool Beginnings

Waking to hushed breaths

Like the mists of the morning

Waiting for the warmth

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.