Re read the letters.
There's bound to be some magic,
Left over from a kiss, or a passionate night.
It might just be overlooked.
Take a peak.
Read the spaces in between the lines, though they are empty, they say the most.
Try it slowly , or just a quick skim.
There's still time.
Wear my shirt.
Draw in the last scent of me in it , with your last breath.
Hold that necklace.
Feel the burning metal, let it reignite you.
Try the rings.
Perhaps it'll make you grin.
Don't let it die , don't let it fall.
I'm still here to catch you in spite of it all.