At Last

When the time comes
I´ll become the sky; and
I'll kiss the ocean with a sunset.
A sunset that blazes with a fire,
you started and that cannot die.
Your absence has been the
saddest sadness; a sad that
bites its lip to stop the tears falling.
The cut will be deep and painless
made not from a mirrored blade,
but with your eyes.
In this final moment I will be
everything and nothing; and 
I miss you is,
all there will be left.
But, I will be 
at last
free.

(photo taken by me)