The Last Lover Poem by Ina SchrodersZeeders

Will you be the last lover
the one to hold me in my hour of fear
will you be the one then
to kiss away the pain and, if any, a tear

The white curtains moved
when the window was open
the breeze from the sea
was caressing my skin

It is getting so dark now
as the light has been fading
and I forgot: have I, or not, let you in?

Will you be near me in my darkness
or will it just be
the breeze of the sea
whispering a farewell to me?

Will the sea be
my lover
at last