You drank and smoked,
while I was looking at the stars.
You said I was pretty,
in the silence between us.

I smiled slightly and just looked at you.
Now I see how you're growing old unnoticed,
and I am still blooming for you,
but I continue to give my love to you.

You gave me everything you could,
and now you're dying in my arms.
This is why I cry at night —
I don't know what to do.

The nights are heavy with memories,
your breath a whisper on my skin.
I trace your face with trembling fingers,
afraid to let the morning in.

And though your light is fading slow,
I bloom, I burn, I break for you.
And still I choose to love —
even as I lose you.