My final resting place

when i take my last few breaths, I wish to hear rain
pitter-pattering rhythmically against the windows.
The slow, agitating movements of the clouds that I cannot see from here,
a likeness to my slowing heart.
Love surrounds me in the form of worried faces,
wringing hands and puckered brows.
Barely audible whispers of prayer fill my ears
as tiredness wraps me within it's veil.
Shadows that shimmer in and out of my peripheral vision;
all that is left now as my eyes fail me.
A single, lonely tear escapes along my cool cheek,
kissed away by the one who holds my heart.
Despair is amongst us.
No one wanting to claim it as it flutters between the last few observers.
Weakness and vulnerability are what I have become.
Laying here as you look down upon me.
I am a child again.
Innocent, needy and afraid
of what awaits me.
The blackness is suffocating,
why must I still hear?
The scent of love and sadness is fading now,
no strength to inhale anymore.
I hear and I feel, my only remaining senses come alive, if not briefly.
A whispered, "I love you",
lips to my cold forhead.
And then nothing.
I hear no more.
I feel no more.
And as I take my last breath;
As I fade into forever,
The white Lilies and you by my side,
within your heart is my final resting place.