With every little bit, I exhale. Not realizing I've held my breath for so long, the relief is foreign. What is this strange feeling? And yet, a part of me remembers, vaguely.
Kids going back to school? Exhale.
People traveling? Exhale.
The normal work of friends? Exhale.
The thought of things being normal in the fall? Exhale.
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It's not just the inhale. It's the holding. The waiting. The wanting.
Maybe someday this will all be behind us. Just maybe.