I'm fine after you
My heart didn't turn into a frivolous pump because you left him
And my blood is fine since it stopped carrying you and running through my body and my arteries don't ask about you when my blood crosses them and I'm not in it
And my cells did not say to my blood: I don't need this oxygen of yours... Bring it to me so I can breathe
And the exhalation is not hot either, you think, so the embers of your departure did not burn me!