A hauntingly tender poem about love, mortality. Be My Last Seven Minutes explores how goodbye becomes sacred when spoken through silence, not words. It’s a reflection on love, presence, and the emotional peace found at life’s edge. When my time dwindles to seven last beats, And the veil between worlds gently retreats, Would you linger with me, clear and near, The memory I’d hold most dear? Let the past’s parade dissolve to you, All faces and places fading from view. Your voice, your smile, your steady hand, Would be my final, sacred strand. No need for words, just let me see, The quiet strength you’ve given me. The life we shared, the bonds we wove, The truest light I’ve ever known. Memories may fight to take their place—A mother’s touch, a lover’s embrace, But as they fade in the softest hue, All I’ll seek is the truth of you. Would you, my friend, grant me this grace, To let your presence fill that space? Be the calm where my spirit rests, The soul I cherish, above the rest. For if I could choose how I’d say goodbye, With you as my beacon, I’d gladly die. The last seven minutes, this fleeting span, Would mean more with you than a lifetime can.

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