His last words he uttered
were heard by only him and
were subsequently written
not on paper
but the white wall
in red. His red.

In my hopes to see
you amidst the darkness
I care not to plummet
into the abyss
Cannot live otherwise,
the togetherness I miss.

The little drop of water
hanging on a leaf above
the colony of ants on the ground.
A subtle manifestation of
an impending disorder that'll
turn their lives around.
Our love is thus alike,
in every way with the ants.
It doesn't matter to them what
hits them,
Life stays in a state of constance.

I will be the first one
to tell you about
Your grey hair,
I will be the one
to notice that first wrinkle
on Your cheeks,
I will give You
the last tooth that
will fall from my mouth,
I will be there
with You
when I breathe my last.

A belittled heaven, I never am yearning at

It was impassable, like love

A long wait, and you stay beside

eager to hold, even razor's edge.