If this will be the last words
You will ever read
If a divine solitude
Is all that you might need.
If this will be the last sound
You will ever hear
I wish your agony to be gone
And your pain to disappear.
If this will be the last image
You will ever see
And you have grown your inner damage
To the point it set you free
If this will be the last object
You will ever touch
Forget who you might affect
Or who will cry too much
If this will be the last smell
And your last breath with it too
May a flower speak and tell
A story of a hero he knew.
I only ask for one thing
To minimaze this injustice so unfair
Once you arrive to your final destination
Promise to meet me there.
Nov 6th, 2020.
