They told me to speak or to die.
So I told the truth. And I chose to love you for the last time.

I have memorized your face, the shape of your collarbones,
the texture of your hair and the birthmark on your shoulder.

I have touched you for the last time, but I feel you all around,
in the air we used to breathe, in the room you used to sleep.

And even though I died in my truth, I never regret.
The last time I got to love you, made the life I won’t forget.