The Blank Page

As the pages turn
My friend
The last word is near

It soon slips from my tongue
As the cold reaches my lips
I write my last word
Upon the blank page

For it is truly goodbye
I knew thee
I helped thee
I loved thee
I lived in your arms
I die away from your arms

No one will hear the thoughts
Racing through my head

No one will find my remains
As the page flys away

Goodbye, goodbye

I light the match
the light slips from my mind

Goodbye, goodbye.

by Jeanne Antoinette Tyler

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