a quiver

its the fear of loosing a loved one

A quiver

A breath without you,

is one wasted away,

on every beat of mine,

you hold sway.

A minute forlorn,

is a no-heat sun,

blood slows the oxygen,

heart forgets the run.

In crowds and herds,

i remain in a split,

my other half,

with you then sits.

What fate will lay,

in the breath,minute or crowd,

if ever you walked away,

the heart chokes and shudders aloud.

Author's Note

looking forward for your comments