breathless

[aquafi]

My breath escapes, leaving for a place it might be appreciated.
Unable to call it back, I gaze sadly and wait,
hoping it might have lied.

The wind laughs, offering up its polluted air.
I glare.
It subsides.

I know that death is coming, and I can't admit I care.
I traded in that part of me long ago,
never thinking to miss it,
since the only part that could miss it was itself.