I've watched as your ribcage
expanded one last time.
Oh how the quiet falls
like snow.
Gradual as molasses,
bittersweet too;
It's no wonder my mind has
exalted to the life of a vagabond
since you've been gone.
Here I am!
I shouted,
I yelled,
I screamed,
I bellowed,
Until he took
my lungs
from me.