And it shall flow eternally

My final words will be your name. I shall whisper the syllables slowly. They will remind me of soft breeze. The nigh inaudible rustle of leaves. I will pause to savour the rounded sensation in my mouth; like the sweet opium plume, and the drowsy bliss of inhale…exhale. There, to the deepening bell of your memory, I will follow my breath to the vale of oblivion, as though walking with your hand in mine. In this moment, space will collapse. My eyes will close, languid, and I will sense your kiss on my brow. And there will be only love. And it shall flow eternally.