The Deepest Breath, by ALOK
On the other side of now, when this is all over, I want to attend a funeral every day. I will sit at the back silently crying. When they ask how I knew her, I will smile through the tears. I didn’t, but I loved her because once upon a time she breathed, which means the particles that touched the deepest parts of her — she exhaled them — and somehow they found their way to me. I am the product of everything that is and was — all that has lived and all that has died on this earth. I’m sorry it took a virus to help me remember that simple fact: that we all breathe the same air.
I hope you enjoy this small offering.
— Nix