MY LAST BREATH…

I wanna’ grow old with you

Take my last breath with you

I know that means our laughter will turn into giggles

And saying I love you will take a little longer

But as long as I’m with you

That’s all that matters

I want to sit on a porch with you

And watch new versions of us walk by

Holding hands and loving each other

While we reminisce and predict

I want to have all my mental

And talk dirty to you when I’m 80

And have you blush at 80

And have you say quitttt at 80

When I rub your leg

My last breath is yours

If it means me living and you not

I will flip the script

You can live off our memories

I don’t know;

Maybe you’ll want to go with me

‘Cause our love is just that deep

I want to help you get up

And let you help me get down

And help each other get around

When we’re 85

I want to look at

Videos of us,

DVD’s of us

And smile….

I want to look at photo albums of us

Turn the page and talk about that night when…

And sigh;

And long for those days

And embrace these days

And thank GOD for each other

At 90

Can I still call you sexy?

I am anyway

If I can get my hand up

I’ll pat your backside at 95

But I just want to be with you

Until my last breath

Because no one on earth

Has loved me like you

And you deserve my last breath…

But I’m not gone yet beautiful

  

©2009 Wayne Box Miller