Parting for Eons

With one last breath, 

what would I say? 

To the encroaching night,

I cannot barter away. 

When the wine, and the stress

and the absence of sleep

come casually in 

brandishing Scythe - 

do I go without a peep? 

Of course not, my lovely. 

I'll say it softly and quick -

the dying gasp, your name on my lip. 

I'll say that the stars 

will shine residue of me, 

light will find you in tears, 

but never shall you grieve... 

For my ghost will love you,

as I have on Earth. I'll whisper through

branches in autumn winds. And be the warmth

of a winter, you keep treasured within. 

I love you so much, 

even if I must go

Abruptly to Heaven.

Find hope in the freshly 

fallen snow.