it started with a cough. a nervous splutter on the end of your tongue which rolled into a bigger, badder enemy to battle. as september rolls through with harsh winds and chapped lips it brings with it a harsh punching in your chest. a rapid knocking, a nagging sensation which never quietens. you don’t question it’s presence, until it delivers you a letter and the nagging sensation slinks into your veins. it is only coaxed out by enticing poisons which make you sick to the stomach. as i watch your face fall, all i want is ten seconds to hold you. to breathe with you as you descend. it ended with a gasp. a short sharp breath stuck in your throat and a rolling of your eyes to show you’re not there.