asthma

can you hear my memories
oh, maybe I have sealed them
too tight within my skin
and the burden would be too much
the weight of that kind of sting
I won't mean to haunt you
and you shouldn't give that to me
I was born with a broken soul
and that's why I sang the blues
Don't step in my shadow
or try to touch what I decided
I would always keep
There was not enough of me
to love what left me incomplete
Blue fantasy and midnight hours
my night a mystery
I only wish I could blessed you
with the path I placed beneath your feet
I would say to live the hell out of life
the one I would have lived
if I remembered how to breathe


for mama who no longer breathes in this world, but my memories of her do