Death Is Not the End

Laying here in the stench of decomposition Your putrid body is so very still against my own. I watched your chest heave a last heaving breath, And then settled in against the painted wall to wait. Finally it came with a change in the direction of the air, And I knew it was a concept that had become finalized. No tears need to be shed over your dead body, I loved it alive enough to last through eternity.