Midnight Words

Galaxies

My dying lungs

make it hard to breathe 

my aching muscles

make it hard to speak

my lips are chapped and faded

and my hair are all but gone

but your smile makes it easier

your hand on mine makes it better

You talk of our shared past

and I listen,remembering the days

and with each passing minute

I feel more calm

and the final moments arrive

when I can't breathe

when you smile 

through your tears

The light descends on me

I can see the end is upon me

so with the last of my strength

I turn to your eyes and smile

And when my heart stops beating

I couldn't be happier

that I died looking in the galaxies

in your eyes.