Thank goodness I let the light
filter through the shattered glass.

I had been watching it splash patterns
on the shrunk floor.

I had been shortlisting my breaths
all that time
from reacting against you.
I knew you would collapse
on your own vomit someday
and that I had to be there
to hold you
for the last time.
I won’t be there
when you wake up again.
This is my last life with you.

c.r. Malintha Perer 2015

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