I was witness
to that last real breath you took
to the last time your cheeks had colour in them
I also witnessed
that time you became a statue
in the park of abandoned Soviet Monuments in Budapest
How I loved your immobility
your inability to change
the way your eyes became grey and your cheekbones
always sculpted by the edge of a razor
would never droop
I was witness to the spell a city cast on you.