Dear woman,

Please . . .

Drown me in gasoline
to wash away all the memories
and then set me on fire.

Then gather my ashes
And feed them to your heart
To satisfy its utmost desire

"What happens after we die?" She asked.

"Well, I'm not sure, really. But what I'm sure of is that when a moment dies, it gets resurrected in the mind as a memory."

"Will I be just a memory to you someday?"

"Maybe, but some memories are better than others. And when I become a memory too, I will find you, and together we will go to that one magical place where memories become moments once more."

Hearts are fragile things
So we need someone who can
Hold them with caution

Skies are gray
          Never blue
Here I am
          Missing you

Time has no meaning
whenever you're near,
And the gravity of your love
pulls me closer
and closer every day

There is no past,
there is no future
There is only you,
And you are my eternal now,
A perfect glitch
In the fabric of space-time