“Breathe” she’d say.
“Don’t forget to breathe.
It’s the surest way to know you’re alive!”
Not so famous last words,
but I heard them clearly though
she was nearly gone. “Breathe.”
We were connected on a cosmic level,
come the devil or high water, the order was clear.
A force of nature, a spirited touch. Breathe.
Now, reach out!
I have visions still, though she is nil,
I see beyond what is gone. The fight goes on.
The sights, the sounds; this vision…
What do you see?
Her beacon continues to shine in this heart
as it had from the start. Bright, searing
nearing solar heat. I am complete in her…
And yet, she has gone. Extinguished,
like an exhausted flame. I call her name but
silence fills me… fills this void with…
But I remember how we met in between,
we saw the good that came out of all this.
I would be remiss if this were to fade.
We had it made. The Light. The Darkness.
Don’t forget to breathe!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik
**After hearing the teaser for “Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi”, it sparked a memory. The italicized words are from the film clip. It brought my recollection to the fore!
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