Of Death and Beyond

One day I asked him,
"What if I die?"
He shrugged and said
"Then I will go with you."

I smirked and said,
"That you wouldn't do."
His forehead knotted and laughed,
"What is happening to you?"

"It just came to my mind." I just said.
"I just don't want you to be lonely if I'm dead."
He turned to me and said,
"Honey, I can never make without you."
"No," I grabbed his hand. "You can if you would try to."

That day ended with weird thoughts in my head.
I have no idea why I have to ask him those weird things.
As I tuck to bed I tried put behind our odd talk.
And thought that each one of us come across strange conversations.

But I should have known better.
I should have thought that everything happens for a reason.
I should have thought that it was a sign.
I could have done something to keep myself from leaving him behind.

Because now I'm torn between happiness and grief
I'm torn between following the light or leaving him.
The angel of death is coaxing me to go.
But my tears and my heart just would not let me so.

For the last time I looked and saw him kneel.
On my grave he placed a flower and wiped his tears.
He said things that could have appease me to my journey.
If not for the last thing that just tore me completely.

He said, "Honey, I missed you and I wish I just died with you. Because I told you before I just couldn't live without you."

My heart stopped beating but its funny how I felt it ache.
I ache for the need too touch him and tell him I feel the same.
It hurts to leave him but some things just wouldn't do.
Like the fact that his heart beats and mine would never do.
And the irony of my silent tears that wanted to fall yet never would.

So, I gathered my strength and accepted what lies ahead.
If not he didn't said, "Honey, if you're listening, come back to me and stay."
"I wanted to." I smiled to myself.
"But honey," I whispered to the air wishing he could hear.
"Death separates us from me to you."