With my last breath i will write you this so you know when i died that it was you i miss I'm laying here froze on a bed of ice no friends no food just me and some mice. I'm sick I'm sad I'm going to dust I'm decaying with the smell of must, Its hard to breathe my hand is numb i want to write but my hands are to dumb, don't leave me girl i did my best cuz the reason I'm dying was to show you some zest
later the woman found the poem in a box hidden in the dirt where they were building a new home for her family... she read it, married now thinking her boyfriend left her years ago, she never knew that she was the last thing in his mind.
