The Last

This will be the last.
I have come to an end.
There are no more words.

If you happen to see
a word somewhere from me,
take it gently home.
Maybe you keep special memories
in a pretty pink box.
My word would like it there.
I like to think my word would
be treasured - when measured
against other words would be
prized.

I am sitting on the bed,
looking down at the place
where she should be.
There is only me
though, only me -
there is only ever me.
I am holding her blanket on my lap -
perhaps I am thinking it is her.

I would like this to be the last thought.
Lie down here now, to get up later
awake in a different place.  A place
where there are no words -
not because you have lost them
but because they are not needed.

If you see her give her my last words:
"I will see you there."