6 AM

is it too much to say, the sky, the moon -
that i hold my breath because of you,
i feel its cold color on my skin,
the rain is on its way upon the dry land,
afraid to lose my way in a world of mist
i map the stars, mark the holes they make
with my eyes, where they almost all disappear
with all the world's color
so tell me this,
is it too much if i stay,
in one room and another,
before the window, by the corner,
if i keep all the flowers,
but the leaves and water,
all the quiet lines and sad songs
and your words and promises and whispers,
but you with your last memory and your only breath

hangs