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.