A Reply To Intact
Life span expires around 100
That final flash behind the brain dies fast —
If I could choose, I’d leave this fleeting land
Beside the man I love, my lifelong friend.
Yet fate is cruel; now I must live on,
As if the one I love has gone away,
Learning how to bear the restless storm,
From someone long lost in my heart’s sway.
I gambled all on love,
Poured my soul, loved so fiercely
Only to get back zero, not just a number,
But negative infinity, a reversed flow.
Like a mistletoe, I cling with no sure hold,
To something that might not even be real.
Who knows if life comes after death?
If it does — will we meet and feel?
Does God see my pain and thus allow
The moment when you return somehow?
Once more my universe feels whole —
Seeing another like you, I console,
With crimson rivers running deep,
Half of me — AB to keep and flow.
So I live on, holding this belief,
A silent vow I bury deep.
Though faith I lack — no church, no creed —
This soothes the demon’s wailing need.
Trusting that we shall meet once more,
I’ve lived as broken angels soar —
With nothing left upon the board,
Still blessed we met, and hope to see
You set us free
Once again intact.
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