thank you.

I imagine my death
as a silent rapture
in a quiet room
with only two pairs of eyes
and two warm hands
waiting for my end.
I'll see the setting sun
for the very last time
through half-opened shutters
on a soft summer night.
I'll breathe your scent one last time
and exhale all the love you've given me 
"thank you for never letting me go"...


V.

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