His last kiss lays upon my lips
And stays all else from brushing,
Its film informs my sponsorship
With colour fit for blushing.
His last smile lifts my sunken heart,
Adrift beneath the flood,
Its purpose beating to impart
The things he understood.
His last breath fills my empty lungs
For them to blow with ease,
Its fuel equal of the sun’s,
Expanding on the breeze.
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