Allow me to break the final Tie

I want to take your breath and shape it as apologies.

 Put it on a plate and sell it as a last congratulations meal to someone who is qualified enough for it, someone, who will never be prepared to feast on it yet has the table arranged.

I want to take your b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶ apologies, wait for it to not crumble like your love.

And maybe, maybe that's when, it, who dresses up as the past would not linger, like a heartache.