One Last Love Letter

A rondeau

(Photo by Ashlyn Ciara on Unsplash)

Through breathless tears I write you dear

for it pains me to leave you here

but my weary soul has grown weak

I’ve been defeated by disease-

I know you think this seems unfair.

I beg you not to shed a tear

in time your grief will disappear

I pray that you will find some peace,

through breathless tears.

The room’s grown dark, the end is near

now I’ll close my eyes without fear

I know too soon this note you’ll read-

through breathless tears.