The Air

The air
breathes slowly
gasping as I wake,
I inhale
to reach for you
in the night.
The air
freezes in my lungs
as time slowly
comes to a stop,
I'm unable to breathe
as I face
the reality that
you are not here.
I close my eyes
to vision a dream
to hold onto,
for I again see him
standing by the tree
the leaves
crowning him.
He is whispering
as I reach,
and atlas
I fall
reality crashing in
as I fear hopelessness.