Can I mold you into a poem, so your voice rings clear as you whisper each line? Darling, you're the one I want to listen to in the closing hours of my being Revisiting my life's memories and all that I've treasured while I existed as my consciousness melts away and the sun sets on my existence. The regrets The sense of fulfillment And the last will to live as you realize It's time What a privilege it was to be alive Can I? micropoem