My Very Last Poem

When the night wind blows And I quietly sit alone While the television hums in the background Words come to me Sad words of longing And poetry that speaks of tenderness I want to remember happier times Your smiling face filled with laughter That echo from places Now so far, far away Especially the sound of your voice That I have dearly loved And committed to memory A voice you now share with others So with these words In this ungodly morning hour I write my last poem To you