I've forgotten how to breathe
Or maybe you make it catch
So much that
I don't feel like I ever do
Quite alright by me, dear
I know you'll teach me again
Not verbatim -
'Everything Old Is New Again'
How true
How vastly exciting
How refreshingly cliche of us
But for us, cliche does not exist
It's perfectly trite and perfectly right
(Admit it - not every poem needs an ending)