The Day My World Crumbled

Maybe if I would have held my grip
more tightly,
you would be with me.
Your lips,
my name

but maybe that was the problem.
I held you too close,
so close that I suffocated you,
with no room to breathe.

I could feeling it coming
you spread your wings
a raven,
yet I tied them tightly together.

and in the morning when I woke,
your voice still groggy and distant,
I knew something was off,
but I chose to ignore the distinction
between asphyxiation and virginous skin,

And at a quarter past twelve, you crumbled
in the palms of my hands
as I heard you speak words,
words I would never hear again.