Sharing this poem once again
Title: “My Last Breath”
If age bends my body
and time steals the strength from my hands,
let it never touch my heart —
for it has only ever known her.
When the years have taken their toll,
when my voice is thin as paper,
I will still speak her name,
as if it were the only language
my soul ever learned.
And when the final breath leaves me,
when silence comes to claim what is left,
I know what will follow:
not a cry, not a prayer,
but a whisper — “Nadine”.
The world may forget me,
but I will not go quietly.
I will leave my love written in the air,
her name carried on the wind,
until it finds her again.
Because even in death,
I will not end.
I will live wherever her name is spoken,
forever held
in the echo of that last breath.