All That Is You

Deep inhale
Of all that is you
Holding, slowly releasing
Diminish the need to replenish
Breathe again the smell
Of all that is you
Exposing the tops of my lids
Eyes dancing along the backs
Scanning the blue paint
Of all that is you
Lips quivering a broken imitating smile
Of all that is you
Memories projecting silent movies
I’ve lost the sound
Of all that is you
Hands moving underneath my sleeve
Across my face
Following the tracks
Of all that is you
© Elizabeth Zsamboki