Fading

By Ria Kejriwal

In the last that I breathe,

I will not perish,

for my very spirit

is my love for you,

which upon my end,

will be immortalised;

manifested in your own being,

where it does belong.

As I wither, my breath,

in harmony with your heartbeat,

will evanesce into yours.

The irony is my love for you

that makes so little of me

so my fading is its eternalisation,

as it finds sanctum in you.