Death and Dying

And I can smell the sweet pine that lifted my lover’s spirit to the Gods as he held me softly in his arms one last time, savoring his last breath.

And as I reflect on the waters of that deep blue sea, it is you I will miss for all time.

I swear to God that you fill my head with one million possibilities. But our possibility was us. And we were infinite.

As I drew my last breath, I saw you at the end, and there we were.