It took me one year, six months and eight days to kill you,
to remove you from my heart,
to extract you from my body,
to extinguish you from my mind.
It took me five hundred fifty five days to kill you
throughout countries and flags,
seasons and weathers,
full moons, empty hands…
That much time it took me
to leave you behind
Even if I was choking as I choked you with my hands,
Even if I was dying when I left you to die,
Even when your heart stopped beating as it did mine.
It took me to live with you for our love to die,
It took me sleeping with you for my flesh to fall apart,
It took my full embrace to grasp the void in your heart.
And so, my beautiful,
with longing and tears,
and eyes open wide,
I killed you at last.