Breath

Carried Forth 
Your breath hung,
 suspended in air,
like mist on a foggy mourn. 

Waiting, wanting, needing,
 to hear more.
 I fervently tried to be patient,
 pausing, in between breaths, 
but the suspense was killing me. 

What happened next?

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