Musings of a Woman

We never really die, do we, my love?
How can we be gone
When I see you so clearly in this world

No, we never really die
Because I see you in every yellow dawn
I find your love blooming each spring

How could death be the end?
I think we must return home to a party
When you walk into the room they say, “oh, how we’ve missed you!”

Every final goodbye is only the beginning

So where do we begin? 
I picture you in the moonlit sky
I connect the stars until I see your face

And you’re smiling so wide, grinning ear to ear
“You found me,” you whisper
“Of course,” I say. “We never really die, do we, my love?”