A calm gasp in
a warm breath out...

For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...

So he fights to stay asleep
as I die to stay awake...

I heard voices
in your silence...

Boundlessly tossing into the ocean,
gathering jewels from the muddled...

I forgot you
but my broken lines...

A blade of yellow grass
a bar of black chocolate...

Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...

It might be the poignant words
which I've not been waiting for...

God..
"Forgive me for I...

I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...

I can see the black forest
deep-rooted inside you...