There was a time
in which my breath
used to sink into
my chest.

When it happened
at night it was like
a strong, heavy
shadow on my
throat, pressing

it. I used to wake up,
I urged to wake up
to find my breath,
coughing like

It was a long time
ago and it used
to happen often
in the dark of
many nights.

There was a time
and that time isn’t
still, but it came again.
I woke up some nights

ago, my breath lost, my
stomach pushing against
my throat, with panic
and hope.

There was no shadow that
night though, there is no
shadow, there are not
shadows anymore,