the last sigh exhaled
and when my letters to you
are locked in the box
Will you feel the same as I?
Will you remember
my face when you hear that song,
some rainy morning?
When the light goes out
in your heart and mind for me,
and when you forget
our soft, whispered promises
Will you ever think,
as you lie in the darkness,
about those dead days
and wonder if I do, too?