An Early End to Life

An Early End to Life

My skin, scroll written

by your trembling hands,

refulgence of your epidermis

in my skin’s blind memory.

My complexion, the crystallized

mirror of your smile

strolling through this world

devoid of trust.

What you cried, "don't hold your breath,"

is learning to ramble the earth.

What you called "love affair" is not blood

but it watered my body’s garden as if it were.

Yes, everything I own

is yours, yet I know

something closer

than myself

lives to the finish.

That makes the very life

you give me

impossible.