Ce que fera je fais…
Si je ne vous voit jamais encore?
The question was what…
what would I
what will I do
when you leave
you leave and
never
return?
Life giving oxygen leaves
in quick blasts
at the very thought
thought
you gone
my world
vacant
*
An empty bed
empty hand
empty heart
empty…
*
The first breath comes
second in succession
painfully
filling the empty spaces
A painless moment
accompanied by another
gasping for another breath
hoping for another breath
pleading for refuge from the pain
death of my heart
replaced with life
life is happening
life will happen
Je Vivrais
penned in moon dust 