Remains

lungs longing
under heavy bones
minutes without a single full breath
to satisfy hungry cells.
its late
i come so far sometimes
so completely into this moment
the past seems far way
the last place to look
and yet its here–
all that remains
is still enough.
lips tingle with deprivation
and I flutter on the edge of consciousness
so calmly these days
facing the past
with a healed heart
and a body that too well remembers
its breaking.