Breathing.

I’m finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don’t really know what
I’m going to do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of Grace

I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t want to speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside heaven’s door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be
     – Breathing by Lifehouse

Parents do things… like stand at the door of their kids’ rooms and listen to them breathe.

I used to do that.

In the calm darkness of the early morning. 

The light snore of a child

of an adolescent

of a young man.

There were years when I worked far away and I left the house for days and I left well before dawn.
And now… that is all that is left.
Even if Ethan were still alive, the time would be gone

The time of standing at the door…

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