The day we met

The day we met, I learned to breath.
I know there was a time before,
a time I existed when you weren’t in my life,
but my memories of that time are indistinct,
faded,
as if they were dreams dreamt by another.

My first breath was your eyes.
Pools of emotion,
filled with kindness,
yet so unsure of yourself.

My second breath was your lips.
Soft like a roses petal,
filled with a promise,
yet afraid to voice it.

Every breath since has been your heart.
Each beat,
a step,
forward.