My last breath will be poetic justice.
With poetry, I plan, finishing me off.
I will inhale all the letters you wrote me, exhaling them into words.
My last breath will be dramatic,
As dramatic as any Shakespearean play.
I will give new meanings to new words, created just for you.
My last breath will be music.
Each note wholed, halved and quartered. Then semi-toned.
Sung on the A’s, the E’s, and the I, O, U’s
My last breath will be a dance.
Not a dance of death, nor the Foxtrot, the Boogaloo, or the Running Man.
You will be held in my arms, ever-so tightly,
In a waltz.
My last breath will be with you,
holding me tight, saying words, singing songs.
Embraced, in a kiss.
My last breath, my love,
will be spent with you.