The Last Romantics

'Nothing was and nothing ever will'
A truth that may endure in my grave and your will
So let me hear you breathe
One more time before you go
Whispers of a love that
Never was
More than a final blow or a breeze
Out of nothing from within
A breath you carry thin
Some life to leave behind and fill the air
So that when we meet again
On grounds alike
There's something there
To make that nothing a way to be
A love to grow
And ending fair
Your sigh in me

by Ms. Susana Corvelo