Not yet

I have trouble breathing putting my fingers over the holes in my nose which I described you
and not want to breathe again,
rest on the grave of my dreams
when I felt your soul so far in the distance
i left this world after several minutes
not wanting to breathe.

But it was when I thought of you
because for you i did everything,
even my pillow suffered so much
what I lost thinking of you
and dreaming that someday you will be reviving my breathing.
I noticed an error on the grave of my dreams
that my roses were not red
that had been battered with pain,
they were so black and blue,
but in its petals spilled the words and your name that sometime it recorded on me and in my being.