That last breath
was so much sweeter.
I know I've come to this point
when my fingers
can no longer move
of their own volition,
and I snap, and nothing flies. 
Do you fly?
Sometimes I feel an ache
in the back of my
shoulders,
and my feet lift
slightly off the ground. 
I revel in the moment,
although my chest
always feels tighter
afterwards, and the bitterness
in my mouth
tastes like you.