loose threads

if this is the last poem i ever write, let it be

the final exhale of a life well-lived
       abundant with love and laughter
    long walks among the wildflowers
  my toes in wet sand, damp earth
your hand in mind
     your smile calling mine outside
 to play as the sun goes to sleep
   in its dusky peach bed 

let it be a treatise on how sweet
   the silence can be when you let it
 breathe its natural breath
   and how brightly
     a heart can shine in the sunlight
 of love