Flying Points

I deserved to watch you die,
on my hands, across this empty feelings spaces.
I keep your sign, you keep my feelings,
silence in my head, I can see myself,
fly above these points,
the spaces you called flying points.
am I brokenwinged?, are you brokenhearted?,
is god alone ? do angels watch us die ?

I let you, to have your own world,
without my shadow,
without my speech,
without your heart.

you deserved to watch me die.