Furthermore in death.

It's easier to believe
That you are in heaven
And I in some sugar coated hell
Our story hadn't even started
but ended Swiftly to dwell,

I have not found your place of rest
Though I feel it within my heart
confined inside my chest

In fear that my eyes looking down
upon the stone which lies your name
A vaunted memory

And If i revisit the start
of our love
Becoming more so haunted

It's easier to believe in heaven
than walk amongst these flames

And the stones have a way
of claiming soul's
leaving behind concrete names

Your eyes alight my soul

But I no longer breathe in breath
I exhale in love's memory
Breathing furthermore in death.

nardine Sanderson 20/12/2015.