I wonder when you will die. It is inevitable, I suppose. But I have been so focused Upon my own mortality, I forgot All about yours. With your jovial pursuit of nothing, No impossible search for purpose (Destined to end) You seemed immortal. For a short time, you gave me joy. *give me joy. On drugs like those, Mourning is unnecessary. The future will not come to you, Not while you move Nor while you rest Not in my arms I cradle your mind in mine You will never need to attain rest While you are at peace with me And I have a piece of you That you cannot live without: Even your heart. And without life, you shall never die.