He taught me what it was like to breathe
not only to have the air fill my lungs or the exhale of breath leave my body
no.
he taught me what it was like to breath and feel something
he taught me ho to breathe an feel secure
he taught me how to breathe and know there was life beyond the and times
he taught me how to breathe and now that there is happiness somewhere in the cruel world
he taught me how to breathe and feel loved
he taught me how to breathe and feel beautiful
he taught me how to breathe by always knowing he was there without being there
he taught me how to breathe by suddenly seeing the good in life
but mostly
he taught me to breathe by breathing himself
every breath he took
every time air would enter his beautiful sculpture 
he taught me how to breathe by him breathing himself 
i suddenly knew what it was like to feel the life
and the way he taught ,e how to breathe was simple
he became my oxygen