a breath
is all I have of me
another – then to rest
but that I be the last to know
of moments unconfessed
these pieces of reflection
shining mirrors to the sun
were ages meant for aging
and I the only one
could speak to living
learned again
tho much too hard to tell
would taste the truth unspoken
and guard my longing well
yet not as dreams
to sleep upon
shall haunt this life in death
unburdened every love remains
tis all I have
of breath