You gave me reason to resuscitate
if only for a while.
Gasping in polluted air
it got me by somehow;
but now
poison of silence, fatal,
more lethal than the words
I cradle
In you I see the wisdom
but life flows through your
neonatal veins
In vain I tried,
a parasite,
to leech off what you have to give:
so now in you I die,
just as selfishly
in you I tried to live.
Thank you.