I breathe;

And it feels like September,

Shades of glass

Carved like leaves.

I breathe

And every moment in-between

Feels like my last–

A past too cemented

In bones unmade by trying.

I breathe

And choke on memories

That taste of ash

And scents too sweet

For a tongue so vile.

I breathe

And all alone

The lights twinkle out

And all around is calming down.

I breathe

And make out your voice

Your laughter.

I breathe

I breathe…

Your name I still seek after.