Ever Gone

Air I breathe is carbon dioxide to her.
She can't take it in, can't push it out.
I need it to keep my heart pumping.
She means well... She does.
She wants me happy... She does.
Can't stop the intake.
I'll die soon.
Soon the slight huff of him will escape.
The last breathe will cease.
I'll be gone from it.
Now I'm gone.
Happy NOW?
My trees will die.
Happiness will fade as my breath goes.
As it dissolves.
Ever ceasing.
Ever leaving.
Never entering.
Ever gone.
From me.

Poem by mannaquin

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