My last life.

Rather then mourn...

I am with her now!

Despite my past,

But rather then mourn,

I have found love at last!

Now with my arm across her nape,

And sunset beating in our faces,

I now know the meaning of love,

And I no longer use it flippantly.

Deserting my old fatigue,

I rest my head upon her bodice,

And live out my fantasy,

Dreaming away my sorrows.

My old romance is forgotten,

And though I am chastised,

A lay alone, yet with my love.

As she stares into my eyes.

I try not to chastise the sane,

Who say she is not with me.

Even after she went to heaven,

I know she is here with me...

And I with her...

My spirit must fly up into the heavens with her!