With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.


The speaker imagines love as something physically measurable: a final exhalation that becomes visible in cold air. The conceit turns an abstract emotion into a fleeting, observable phenomenon—suggesting a desire for the beloved to finally “see” the depth of feeling that may have gone unrecognized in life. The tenderness (“my love for you”) is inseparable from mortality (“last breath”), producing a bittersweet effect typical of Kintz’s work: romance expressed through a macabre, literal-minded joke. The line also implies that love can outlast speech and action, persisting to the very end as the last thing the speaker gives.