You wrap your arms around my trembling body,
My breathing begins to sync with yours.
You hold me for some time,
And I cannot speak to tell you how grateful I am.
So I hold onto you like I’m gripping onto life, and my breathing feels warm,
It has stopped attacking me.
I let you go, and you loosen your hold.
I gaze into your eyes, and I realise why I found comfort.
You had beautiful brown, sad eyes, that’s why my breathing was able to trust you.
Tears stream down my face,
I know my expression was that of a lost puppy.
So you watched my face looking for some sort of reassurance that I was okay,
Because I think you were panicking too,
You thought it was asthma.
How I wish it were.
That has a cure.
But this was a panic attack.
So those blissful moments pass, and I wipe my face.
I stare at you once more, because I want to remember you, I take it all for what it is.
I crack a smile, and tell you I’m fine, your concerned face replies and says to me that it does not believe me.
But I don’t need it to; I just need you to hear it so you know that you helped.
I walk away, and you follow and then let me disappear around the corner.
I hope I see you again.