When the last drop of tears comes off the corner
of my eye, who will be there to wipe it
When the last breath comes off my nose
who will be there to hear it
Am I still holding pinky with my love
using last bit of my strength
Where will my soul float to
who are there to read poems to me
or still reading poems that I wrote long before
I reach for you or you reach for me
Will you tell me time never really stops for me
and goes on to next level of no return
perhaps I would start learning your language
as dark as most of void out in universe
so called dark matter or black holes
perhaps souls are part of essence of the latter
that's why no one has ever seen any soul back
from your grasp
perhaps every soul is happy out there
there is no strong reason to come back
Love might be the bright stars out in the dark
but we might have gone out to the milky way or beyond
and there is plenty of stars we could not hide from forever
