Breathing

Some time ago a friend passed on the thought that we hold grief in our lungs. At the time, this seemed like a right and interesting idea. This week, I've begun to agree even more thoroughly.

People keep asking me how Simon is doing.... A childish part of me wants to say: "How do you think?" but I stick with the grown up truth. As I said to a friend yesterday, "He gets a little farther away from us every day."

And I can feel it in my lungs; I can't breathe deeply or let it all out. It's all clenched up inside like a sickness. I keep coughing, hoping it will let go of me - it hasn't helped.