Breathing again.
After so many years.
Another breath.
Too fast are those precious breaths for I am scared I will lose them again.
You stole my breath away when first we met, but now I realize you never truly gave it back.
You suffocated me, my love.
You held me a bit too tightly. As though I was a bird, and you a cage.
But I have escaped your grasp and am free to breathe again.
I miss you, but you were too rash, too dominating, too dense.
I always did what you asked, for fear of what you would do otherwise.
I did things for you that I never would have had it not been for you.
You could have asked me to murder, and I would have done it.
Now, I am free of you and your terrible deeds, but I miss you so.
I keep visit you. And I’ll keep on visiting you, my lovely.
You never answer.
I’ll never forget you.
You terrible, horrible, beautiful, amazing, crazy person.
I miss you so.
But now all I can do is stand at your grave and weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem