My lungs remember all those deep breaths of you, your name carved into the deepest parts of me, reminding me of the time I almost had it all. There's a song in my throat, a bird caged in my chest that learned how to fly and finally got away. Even if it wasn't forever, it was long enough to learn the words and find the music for hope, and that's a song that never ends. I hear it in my heart, still trying to teach me how to dance.