Bequeath My Estate

The sands are flowing,
thick and fast,
as though rattled breath,
soundtrack extraordinaire,
is on it's final track.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

The sounds are fading,
only echoes remain,
as though a seashell's aria,
calling from the past,
is being crushed against the shore.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

The shapes are forming,
blurring my eyes,
as overwhelming pain,
my now constant present,
is the motif of my future.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

Soon you will be,
taken from me.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

Documents,
litter the floor.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

Do not leave me.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

Please my love.

I can not,
Will not,
Must not.

I bequeath to you,
my estate.

You can not,
bequeath to me,
your life.

You will not,
regret.

You must not,
regret.