"what happens after,"
and I answer quietly,
"we will go on with our lives
normally I suppose.
every now and then stopping to remember and remind
each other of all our good times.
when all we worried about was whether we would see each other in the next 24 hours.
maybe even smile at our silly moments,
frown at our few and far between arguments,
laugh at our awkward moments.
and i will cry for a while at the way was ending
and you will frown and glare at anything that moves.
after i am done crying and you are done
glaring, we will become cold,
but we will at least be dying