This is a last poem –
But perhaps not

Since there really is no last poem
So long as we’re still alive.

This is my last poem –
So why won’t you tell me
What’s in my heart today?

This may truly be my last poem –
But it’s not –
Since who can say that
And really mean it.

My last poem
Is silence –

Invisible –
Filled with silent colors.

My last poem
Is waiting

For you to request
A last poem.