His last act before leaving me
Our souls were knit together
We were one
He took that for granted
How could he not?
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh
Heart of my heart
Breath of my breath
Symbiotic
His thoughts linked to mine
Serene
His faith that I would always provide
My last gift to him was death
He opened his eyes
Grinned
And said
"No love, let your last gift be chai
Now I am ready to go"
It is finished,
In Beauty
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