You decided to leave,
over the cliff of promise
where the verve takes calm.
Disintegrated I walk through your flesh.
Limbs linger in ambiguity:
Why and How?
I don’t have any questions.
As I drown in memories
I pretend cold marble stone is your chest.
I press my cheeks, needing to hear that heart beat,
you whisper in my ear:”I exist in you, that’s the moment I live”.