INHALE/EXHALE

Inhaling the chill of the night,

My pace quickens.

I soon realize where I am.

Time stops.

Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.

My heart slows.

I notice the sound of a train in the distance.

Time resumes.

Inhaling the scent of pine and oil.

My thoughts race.

I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.

  But time stops again.

exhaling the memories of you leaving,

My heart drops lower than my self esteem.

I feel my stomach clench from disappointment and hunger.

Time resumes once more.

Each breath leading to something.

Something I've kept hidden.

I've buried it 6 feet under the smile on my face.

But, leave it to you to dig up your own grave. 

Maybe while you're at it you could dance on mine.