Dear Mortal of Mine

Dear mortal of mine,

Not a moment passes by

When I don’t feel your love.

That weak body of yours

Carries the force that is your soul.

I have expired for millennia,

And probably will for a few more,

But it’s you who made me breathe,

And look at the world with bliss.

And your kiss

Does plant hope in my withered heart?

For a while.

I love counting the days

I can still see your smile

In my mind, for they

Are numbered, beloved.

You’ll be gone, my love

My mortal,

My breath,

I wish I could stall

Time in that coffee shop

Where I saw you for the first time.

In my sleepless dreams,

We eat cake while the others

Stay frozen,

Play in the sun forever,

While the tides threaten

To eternally thrash over the earth,

But never do.

You probably

Smoke up all the cigarettes out there,

Without dying,

Nor do I need to exist,

In a world

Without the symphony

That your existence brings about.

That will be fine, because

I don’t care about

The others. They’re just noise.

But I, my love,

Can’t do that.

Time will pass,

You will be gone

In the wind and the grass.

The clouds will move,

The animals will evolve, or get extinct,

And mortals will continue to push

Themselves to the brink.

While I

Will sit in that coffee shop,

And think about your arms,

And how they let me

Be mortal.

And how your eyes spoke

What you could never put in words.

Don’t worry, my heart will twang

With misery and emptiness, while I

Wait for the next Big Bang.