Last Rite Poem by Deborah Cromer

Bleeding from the heart, I come to you one last time
Beyond all feelings and emotions, deeper than my truest rhyme
With candle burning I sit here in the dark, waiting
My shirt, blood-red and wet, there is no time for hesitating
Look through your window please, see me sitting here
I am here to tell you, my last plead to bring you near
I have missed you so much I am beginning to die
I need you with me, my heart cries until wet blood is dry
I miss your voice, I want to hear your sound
I am so tired of silence and loneliness all around
I want to feel the vibrations of your words against my skin
I haven't heard you speak, since I can't remember when
Your eyes looking back into mine, I miss so much
Your strong, giving hands that have that special touch
I am dying without you, I am here to tell you this
If you don't want me, end it now with one last kiss