"Untitled," 2025

A single breath

Exhaled alone

Does not stay isolated.

Carried on the wind

Recycled by plants and animals and clouds and fog

A single breath

Can travel the world.

The last breath you ever took

Floats yet in the sky.

Maybe every breath I take holds a remnant

Of your final gasp.

I hope so.

So I am never apart from you.

So I can breathe and always remember.

So I am not alone.

Breath ferries togetherness on its wings

And in the wind that carries it.