i would like to
title this poem
you and the sky

but what will i
speak of?

do i even know
who you are?

is the sky a
blanket to warm my body
or a pillow to catch the
last gasping breaths of my mouth?

i guess what it comes down to
is that, finally, there are only
two options (you and the sky):
to suffocate or to save

01.02.05