At night, when I lay there hopelessly stairing at the shadows on the walls. After I start to drift off to thoughts of Suicide, with these imaginary creatures of darkness.

I lean over you, kissing your soft gentle lips and breathe in your air.

Then I press my lips gently against your ear, and silently whisper to you the words

"Breathe for me."

From your dreamless endless state, you awaken and start to imagine all these creatures in the light.

Stairing hopelessly at my dead body. You start to cry, and when I wouldn't wake up.
You started to wonder why?
You pressed your soft gentle lips against mine, and kissed them one last time.
You grabbed the key to life and death, that I had left.
You carve on my chest, with the endless flow of burning tears we're it had left the greatest depth.

My old poem, about loss.

"At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them...