What will your last words to me be,
or mine to you?
Will they be spoken in anger or sorrow,
in mirth or in jest?
Will they bite like the cold,
or sting like sands on a bitter wind?
Will they provide comfort
or nourish the soul?
Can we guarantee
what they will be?
Maybe there's a way.
If all our words are kind,
yours and mine.
Our last words, then,
should follow suit
and rhyme.
In time.
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