To the end, you and I.

The concluding breath melds into memory,  
whilst ivory irises ink the  
conclusion lethally sharp.
Life takes a holiday someplace vacant,
stuffing my optimism into a suitcase  
lined with anti-depressants.
 
Silence and I formed a blood pact
entwined united till the very end.
He blossoms in the various  
mercurial plains of my lungs.
Gallantly tending foxgloves which
reach towards my larynx with grief.
 
Brothers and sisters branch  
their family trees in  
opposite directions to my  
inspirited tilt of lips.
My own gave me a grave  
stone for my birthday,
I set it teary for  
safe keeping.
 
Hand in hand we float  
into the sunset,  
my transparent fingers  
held remorseful in his.