A gentle breeze
rustles the leaves
upon the long forgotten,
abandoned tree
Beside me, you fall
upon your knees,
And you utter
a futile plea,
"Please, please,
don't die on me."
And I look
into your eyes,
And I start
to cry,
'Cause I know
death is near,
And I begin
to fear,
That our moments
together were too few,
That you haven't
realized that its true,
that that
(With a final breath)
"I love you"
My hand slips
from yours,
And before the darkness comes,
I hear you say,
"I love you too."