Now why am I not living in the You Essay so we could get together and have coffee, say,
and really dig down deep in order to discuss the reason we are living in this universe?

Instead I'm left bereft on this side of the world - a harder place to live, now that my love lies cold.
My arms are empty, it's too hard to start anew - unless, of course, I find another heart that's true.

So in your search for meaning, if you come across the great Creator who designed this universe,
please ask Him to remember me and send someone to keep me company 'til this earthly life is done.

For in the end, as we each close our eyes in death and walk into eternity with final breath,
we'll find the only memory that's left to prove we lived at all, was held in someone else's love.

Their thoughts of us live on, their telling of our tale will guard our triumphs, not the places where we fail.