The Last Gift

This ordinary piece of paper
Which conceals all…
Those unheard words, whimsical wishes 
Eternal entreaties, abiding aspirations
A dazzling display of words
May seem insignificant to you.

This letter – the last attempt to persuade you,
To remind you 
Of the moments etched on our hearts,
Of the hours that walked with us,
Of the words that ignited us,
You know them so well. 

This treasure, signed with the same love
That we lost in the maelstrom of life 
Please consider it as my last gift,
A gentle flame that still flickers
Despite the death
That’s knocking at my door.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration to respond to #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 335.

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