The Last Frame

When the end comes softly, without goodbye, And the stars forget to light the sky, I’ll have your image in every blink, In every breath, in every link. I’ll scroll through the mornings where you still lay, Through sunlit laughter and rainy days. Your voice will echo through memory halls, Like wind that whispers through ancient walls. You’ll never age in my captured mind, Forever paused, forever kind. No grave can hold what I still see — You're not gone; you're inside of me. And when I follow where you have gone, My final blink will turn the camera on. A last frame… of you in light, Then fade to black — and hold you tight