Without even realizing it,
I had been holding my breath for you,
wishing nothing but good things
and feeling like my heart would break if yours was burdened.
Bearing a weight that was not mine to bear,
I kept my chin up,
looking to the stars for a wish,
relying on the divine breaths of the many who watch over us
to watch over you as you slept.
It was no surprise when my tears fell,
allowing a small fraction of the weight you must have felt
to lift from my shoulders.
A burden not my own,
but a burden worth bearing, just the same.
Your struggle is not mine,
but I keep the pace and walk with you,
there to listen when you need an ear,
and there to be an embrace
in the moments you need a hug.
I will continue to hold my breath
until you feel it is okay for you to exhale.