Poetry

Serenade me,

With your apologies

That I hear,

When you're not here.

And I see a glimpse of us,

In a wretched mirror

Holding love for the both of us.

But that is a million years apart

When our bodies decay,

and we're no longer in the same bodies.

Someone else must carry us,

In the after life,

They will carry us

and they will do better than you ever could have.