not in life will i ever forget you even if i don't see you again even if all i get is regret and a sharp uncontrollable pain you were elegant, sweet and tender, you were brilliant, artful and kind, you were painting deliciously rendered and a masterpiece of a mind years and oceans are now between us years and oceans of time and space but whatever is here, can see us, and the memories don't get erased - how much more can i say that i loved you how much more than i can feel and see on a rock at the dawn in the sunrise a soft cloud of you, shirtless, and me - thirteen years down the road - why now? just because it was truer than life in it, what, who, where and how are impaled on the end of a knife - which is sometimes twisting and turning to wake up what i knew in my mind to remind me of passion and yearning and the beauty that was left behind - you will always be there, won't you, truly? when i need it, will you not be here? and the world we have known, won't it fully in the day, in the night, reappear? and the splendor we've known and the torment will it not come back, time and again to make endlessness of each moment and a door into truth made of pain - and the world that we knew, not regretting, i will come to, in joy or in wrath - not in life will i ever forget you nor in death, nor in death, nor in death.
