Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath
that says
“i know you, i see you, i am you, i will be not you, come to me”
that i might look in your face once again,
that i might smell your foul breath
that you might remind me of that which i must know
that you might whisper in my ear, tell me you are no stranger
that we know each other
that there need be no fear only breath
my breath your breath and only that breath
will calm the writhing child of panic

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