A Love Poem
"I cannot live without you. I wanna die before you do. It is selfish, true. But I hope I do, before you."
And I said, laying my head against the faint of their beating heart, "I wish for it to come true. I'd go through anything for you. And if you do leave me forever first, I promise I'll bite down on my pain, savour its bitterness, cry, wallow, die a thousand times, and come back alive again, and all of that gratefully
grateful to the reality that once upon a time you were here, and graced me with the privilege of being with you. For that I will, with all my broken heart, bear through that time when you can no longer be here."
Indeed I loved them that much. But then why does it hurt so much? Why, now that you're not here by my side anymore?
You are dead and gone, but every waking moment, I close my eyes and clasp my hands and cry,
praying to Gods I never believed in till then, in the faint hope that at least one of them might exist still,
somewhere in the furthest corners of those misty realms, slumbering in the depths of oblivion, and me an unbeliever can awaken them and make them make my world make sense again.
It's like offering your head for something like summer snow. In your death you see a glimmer and you smile, reassuring your dying body that it's the first fleck of a long, happy season.
Gods exist. They listen if you're devoted enough. In that realm, where I can spend eternity with you again - not those small pockets of time that we spent together on a hot, dying planet - we shall meet, unbound by time, with promises of eternal summer snow and smaller joys.
And even if that place does not exist like I figure it to be, as I lie bleeding on these green? brown? white? lands, I know I'll only be happier.
Gods - they have come back to life - for me and for you.