PtC (Lungs)

If he was my sunshine, then you are my moonlight
Lighting my way through the night
As you gleam.
You are what kept me from plunging to darkness
When the sun fell from the sky
With a scream.
If he was my song, then you are the music,
Playing on still, even though
I don’t sing.
The song left my lips, but I go on dancing,
Grateful that I can still hear
Anything.
You are the spine board that keeps me from breaking.
You are shock therapy
Deep in my brain.
You are the breath that lets me keep on living.
I’ve lost my heart,
But my lungs still remain.

– s. Clark