A CPAP (Continuous Positive Air Pressure) mask blows
        air into the nose to open obstructed airways and regulate
        the breathing during sleep of those who have Apnea.  

Those mute fermatas— I would hold my breath
until I heard you gasping back to life.
And now at night you’re tethered by a hose,
air hissing softly to a background hum.
More like an ICU than marriage bed.
A little white noise insulates my sleep,
but when I wake, the harbinger returns.
Sweet Anakin, the sun declares your freedom.
It’s time to breathe the balm of morning air,
to comfort me with your cheek touching mine

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