when her last breath arrives
and her lungs collapse
will I be ok?
will the world set a blaze
as I mourn the decay of her attention?
when her last breath arrives
will acid rain from the skies
beginning the demise of her ecosystem?
or will I wither and wilt
on the tear soaked quilt,
hand sewn by her
once warm palms?
would my world be found
lying soberly sound
not a pulse nor a pound
Just her exhale?
but if her breath never came,
upon my lifeless domain
would I be forced to remain among this chaos?
with her breath came peace,
but it slipped through her teeth,
stained yellow by her sunflower air.
but if her last breath came forth,
standing idle on her porch
quiet rattles in the depths of her lungs,
would it knock a few times,
up the chimney would it climb-
to find her soul lying damned on her tongue.