The Thinnest Air

I'm breathing the thinnest air
Trying not to forget
the smell of your hair
the sound of your voice
trying not to regret
the only choice
we could make
this time around

I'm setting you free
to someday
return to me

so easy to doubt
what I thought so sure
breathing the thinnest air
while I learn to endure
the long dark nights
without you
surviving on nothing but
a wing and a prayer
waiting for a moment
to deeply breathe
to truly believe
I can do this without you

if absence makes
the heart grow fonder
then stay away
just a little longer
and love me more
each passing day

until someday
you find your way
home

Don McGonigal
September 2004