I Breathed for Him

Why is it that every breath I take reminds me of him?
What we were, what we used to be
Why do you sing true for me?
Why do you cry for me, Cursed Heaven?
Surely you laugh in jest at my folly, at my soft human heart
I would laugh at myself if I were a messenger most high
But, the rain will not fall for me
Not today
Not tomorrow
The day I am ready to die it will rain for me
My face uplifted
And my tears will be just more droplets on the concrete
As I crumple to my knees
And die alone on the curb
The single red rose he'd given me slipping from my hand
And dropping into the gutter
Limp handedness keeps the mind in perspective
The twinkling light of the diamond in the promised ring
Mocking my hand
As she goes by
Her palm in his
And he stops to pick up the rose before it slides into the sewer
And he sees me
He feels the compassion, the love, he once held for me
But she tugs on his hand,
The diamond light twinkling
Withstanding unlike sugar in the rain
And with one backwards gaze
He continues on
As I melt into the lonely boulevard pavement
And my breath creates one last ripple
Before it shudders off the rain
And the worn brown jacket he gave me
Keeps me warm
Lingering
For him
Until he passes away
And then I die