Again.

I’ve untied your fingers from
around my neck, slowly allowing
air to fill my lungs
again.

It’s a strange and distant
process, even painful, but
it’s nice to feel….something…
again.

There’s a sense of shock that
I wasn’t more cautious, more wary,
that I allowed you in
again.

Now that your frozen, heartless skin is
relieved from mine, you had better
believe that there won’t be another
again.