Breathing Mistake

Since you've been gone, my life has been okay. I've been living my life, trying to be who I've always wanted to be – just the way I always tried. I've been trying to move on and to understand nothingness. The last time my heart sang was when it was alive, burning for you. Now I've just been trying to survive dying two hundred times from not sharing the air I breathe with you: every morning, every night. I barely even remember the last time you breathed my air, smiling.

But maybe loving even the way you breathe was my mistake.