Three-Month Window

I

I kissed you the other day,
By the river that bends at
The tall pear tree. I kissed you
And felt alive for the first time.

I watched you live and
Love whoever you want-
-ed. And I watched as this
Slowly killed you from inside.

II

Months pass like years as
The leaves turn a mouldy brown
And fall from trees. Gathering
At our feet where they
Engage in disinformation.

You died on a cold Thursday
In November; In the park but
Frail and weak, the biting wind
Took you. I'll never forget that kiss;
It's my only memory of you.

III

Suffocating myself on the
Ashes of yesterday's baptism.
Fire consumes my lungs and I'm
Trying to remember how it feels to breathe without pain.