An Oxygen Tank

May 11, 2017
By , Montgomery, IL


The first months
I never had to change
The abundance fed from your love was plentiful

Everyday it was fresh
Sometimes I forgot what it was like
Inhaling and Exhaling
Even though I had a full tank
The amount was always renewed

When you left
The abundance began to go scarce
But it would never be pronounced death
Just an oxygen tank

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