Your Last Breath

Your last breath is burned into me.
Not the sound of it — the silence after.
The room went quiet.

Every second stretched into forever
until I realized forever had just started.

I wanted to stop breathing too,
just to hold on to you a little longer.
But my body betrayed me.
Air kept coming in.
My heart kept beating.

I stood there with my lungs full
and my life emptied out.
And now every breath since has felt borrowed —
a reminder that you're gone
and I'm still here.