I wait for deathlike a lover waitsfor lovealone in his roomfondling a piece ofcurtainor by the train trackskicking pebblesunder the sun.

Think of me lyingNext to youIn your bedThink of me when you drinkYour warm coffeeThink of meWhen you read kindRomantic wordsThink of me in every love sceneYou watch in a movieThink of me when you cryAnd think of meWhen you write

I look into your heartAnd burdening pastLike sweet sunshineReflected on the morning dropsOf dew

I traverse the seasons in search of the heart’s desiresAnd carry with me the flameOf undying love

Let me feelThe beating of your heartSo that IMay feel again

Tonight I will sleep in my bedKnowing she has landedSomewhere far from hereBut in my mindWe are still sitting in that small cocktail boothMy hand holding hersOur hearts connectedAnd me WhisperingIn her ear:WhereverYouGo,GoWith allYour heart

And I’d like to thinkShe’ll be holding my hand againAnd whispering to me:It’s aLongLife,We’reNotDoneYet

Love is the small repetitive kissesI drew all over you faceWhile your cold handsFound refuge in mine

I was in loveWith every part of herThe partsI knewAnd the partsI didn’t