Till I met you,
I made my own smiles.
But you drew new lines
at the corner of my eyes.
Each bear your name,
and surprisingly enough,
I don’t mind.
Vain as I am,
it’s been worth it.
Till I met you,
age was a number
just marking the passage of time.
Now I’m acutely aware
each moment you aren’t here.
And how every new day
is one less.
So I let go of the fear
you won’t always be near,
and I’ll pray for an after-life.
One large enough for two
with different points of view
about a heavenly creator.
About a friend who loves someone with a different belief system.