The last breath

 If this is the last thing I am ever  going to say,

and my breath will be done away with, at last,

Should I tell you that I loved you the whole of my life

Or should I just die, saying nothing at all.

Will you shed me, but a tear or two,

I don't ask for much, you see,

Or will your eyes be with the drought that your heart has

And I shall die, unheard of, uncried.

When I die, Will you lay me a flower,

and go into mourning - white dress and all.

Will you love me, even a fraction of what I loved you

If your name is in the name I breathe last.