Poetry

It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.

In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.

Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.

The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.

My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.