A Welcome Last Exhale

When most of the breath has left my frame
and not much lies inside
I'll remember when my breath was on fire
as I lay at night by your side.

Lucky to be granted a long life
or unlucky for I'm alone.
Only my remembrance to comfort me
for 'tis all I own.

Once I owned the world with you.
Now, I own despair.
Tears do flow on silent nights
as into space I stare.

I catch a glimpse but soon its gone,
my memory fragile now.
Tomorrow if I come awake
and the Gods allow

I'll pray to leave and find you
and maybe I'll inhale
a long deep breath once again
with a welcome last exhale.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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