The Last Last Kiss

For isn't this the natural way,
we birth, we live and die in day
To go on to the pink blue mist,
watch loved ones head on out
to bliss, though...

I've come to understand a
truth, that... mothers...
never leave that booth...
That realm within the pink blue
mist... cannot bestow that last
last kiss

Instead they send a half self
back to live on in a world...
To live in breath whilst half
remains within that pink blue
swirl

One hand here and one hand
there, a heart split with the love
and care, can never leave the
pink blue mist, can never give
that last last farewell kiss