One
Last
Time
Breathe, just once.
Breathe with me, darling,
Breathe in the airs of treasures lost
And battles won,
Of breath that’s out
And of love now gone.

Breathe with me,
Just once, my sweet,
The last to remember.
For I know now,
That as the old grandfather clock
Would clang and beat
To the sound of wedding bells,
The heart now aches with sorrow,
A bitter, yet sweet, sorrow,
Like that of death
And loss.