my breath

my breath left my chest that day,
when you walked through that door,
with strong brows and piercing eyes
you asked me how my day was,
I sputtered and spat some words
my voice drowned out by my heart,
like an old engine missing screws
I almost fell apart,
I scrambled to my senses
as you continued talking,
your voice, sweet and delicate, rang through my head
and echoed melodiously through the chasms of my being,
but just as I gathered my self
you stifled a laugh and twirled your fingers,
then exited the room,
my breath my breath,
my chest is empty now,
my breath my breath,
oh how I wish you would come back soon