Bit by Bit

Next time we meet

I will surely ask you

If there’s anything you miss

Apart from finding love 
in the corners of my body.

I am faced with

the challenge of being happy again,

In your happiness,

Of which neither I am the reason,

Nor a part.

You were right

About one thing

However delusional and unclear you were 

About the rest.

However much you lived in denial

And forced me to disbelieve

What I knew.

"You are my poison"

Eating me away,

And I keep offering myself to you

Unconditionally.

Maybe life is a journey

Towards death.

And if this journey has to be enjoyed

Then my poison is already at work.

I am smiling,

Every day.

Dying,

Every day.