He told me “Go live your life and let me live mine.” While he let go of my ugly boney hand he found beautiful on me.
How could I breathe when he was the air surrounding me.
How could I see when he was my light even during sunrises.
How could I eat when he was the flavour of love in my memories.
How could I smile when he was the laughter I resonated.
How could I cry when he was the one who would kiss the tears away.
How could I live when he was the pulse in my arteries.
“How could I live without you?” I asked.
The answer was “I could if I live with myself.”
Alas, he didn’t answer and I couldn’t figure out untill I died.
– the incomplete verse