last breaths don't linger

Everyday was the same
until it wasn't
the days grew old without us noticing
until they weren't there at all

She believed in small miracles
no man or god could ever deliver
but we stoked that hope
like a fire that would never die
because without hope
there would be no peace
between the spaces of sleeping
and waking and breathing

There was no better tomorrows
despite our hopeless dreams
time had run out
on the feel good days
were we could sit outside and paint
blow bubbles into the wind
and watch them float away

Conversations slipped into silent words
and memories replayed but never shared

Everyday was the same
until it wasn't
the days grew old without us noticing
until they weren't there at all
and neither was she

(C) Indie Adams 2020