"Last Poem"
by Morning Star

If this is the last poem I’ll ever write,
let it be made of fading light—
a breath between the stars and me,
a truth unspoken, finally free.

Let it hold the scent of autumn rain,
the echo left after leaving pain.
Let it whisper where my voice once broke,
a dream half-healed, a word half-spoke.

If this is the final line I send,
let it not beg or break or bend.
Let it stand where silence grew—
a quiet vow: I carried through.

No ribboned end, no rhyme to keep—
just peace enough to fall asleep.
A hush between the heart and sky...
the last poem, and no goodbye.