truth.

ryan,
in my dreams our children
have your eyes and
my mouth and
sit in piles of red
and gold and
orange leaves.

ryan,
being in love with you
is like sitting in front
of a fireplace
[i was angry and shivering before]

and ryan,
i lived for twenty years before you
i breathe the same air now
as i did then

but ryan,
i'm afraid i've forgotten
how to inhale
and exhale
without you.