draft
with luck

why tell stories
if there'll be no one left to tell
why write you poems
if you won't read them
why love you
if you're not here

perhaps
because we may not end.
we may be live again in another life
and find each other
then all I'll have to do
is remember the words

or maybe our souls will
find each other after death
and I'll have eternity to recite them
as I spoon-feed you ambrosia
angels setting my words to music
because love lasts forever.

maybe archeologists will discover them
translating our prehistoric scribblings
and the Future will find out
I loved you so deeply and completely 
and more stories will be written
my love for you continuing.


Ariel