Breathing Memories.

A lot about me

Is about death.

My love

In flesh and blood

Died while I watched

And a part of me

Died with it

On some days 

I smell like

Those white flowers

That are placed

Right beside

A dead body

Some days I smell

Like the dying fragnance

Of incense 

I look like sunsets

And a lone tear

Right before 

It exits the corner

Of the eye

I'm all about endings

Unexplained 

And sometimes 

Unfinished, even.

But what is it like 

To live with

A thousand dead bodies

Inside you?

I say,

I've never felt this alive

I challenge death

And its sidekick: oblivion

I breathe

I live with memories

And I ponder often

How strong our memories make us

Remembering is a painful joy

One feeling that I'm quite inept

Of explaining

Probably an abrupt ending will do

Just like everything else

That once was.