One a.m. (part two)

Again I found myself a bit lonely in my bed

So I took you out of my head (Where I know you didn't belong)

And, once again, I put you next to me (Even though you don't belong there either)

"Did you ever get over your fear of dying?" you asked me

and I was taken aback by the question.

"Well..."

I spoke up, paused for a moment, continued.

"When I said that I seemed to be thinking of the body only

the body, despite how amazing and beautiful it is"

I started to slide my fingers into your belt

stopped because it wasn't right

craned my neck instead

kissed yours.

"It's going to die

it's going to degenerate

we know that much.

But we don't

know about our awareness

it is separate, I think.

By definition, unknowable.

We cannot say what happens to it

if it continues to 

see

feel

want

have

long after the body ends.

It might be okay not to believe in

beginnings

or endings.

Maybe it's okay. I can't say but I'm allowed to believe."

You laughed

it was low and quiet. Nervous and maybe a little bit sad.

You took me into your chest

(I do like when you do that.)

Pressing your lips against my forehead gently

(Always gently, I like that too)

you said I was beautiful

for once I believed you.

Then you were gone

and all is beautiful.