To look at your sweet face.

Tenderly I wipe away your streaming tears,

that fall like angels on to my cold cheeks.

You speak to me, but I hear no words.

What I would give to hear you voice.

My eyes are becoming so heavy.

I can see the pain in your eyes.

The confusion, hurt, and anger.

I want to tell you its alright.

That there is nothing to be scared of.

But I can't find my voice,

for it has already left me.

All I can do is stroke your cheek and smile.

As you clutch to my broken body.

Refusing to believe that I am leaving you,

that my spirit has already started to drift away.

My eyes seem so heavy,

as if someone is pushing down on them.

I can hear sweet voices calling my name.

They are calling me home,

to a better place.

So this is the end.

As I close my eyes for the last time,

I just want to know that you love me.

My last breath is upon my lips,

but so are yours.

Trying to keep that last breath in.

But at last you have to let go,

and as my breath rises,

so do my last word to you.

I will be waiting for you,

my love.