The last breath
are words that share
a heavy weight
with those few words
that are impossible to comprehend
meaning both everything and nothing
a finality beyond final
It seems there should be other words
that follow to justify them
or to honor them
but there is no honor in the words
or any justification
They stand alone
cold
precise
with no emotion
The other words
that try to explain them
will come later
After ninety years
and 757 million breaths
the sands of the clock ran out
the final grain
fell
the sad gasp
wanting more
the final grain
heavy as a boulder
on the memories
of those that witnessed it fall
