As I take my last breathツ
As I sit in the dark taking my last breath, I think about you. You with all your curves and edges, your lucious locks of hair, your smell of black pepper and hand moisturizure. As I am taking my last breath all that comes over me with waves of warmth just enough to remind me of when we used to sleep in the same bed. As I think of you while sipping my last breath, it is enough to let me accept my demise and watch you fade into nothing but a silhouette.
This poem is about:
Me