A Life After Death

Under the sky, so bright with hope

a phone held tight to my ear

Seeing that which only my eyes would fathom,

I yearn to be there.

Currently wishing away the nights

under the waxing moon.

As the one travels on,

as if the moon pulled him along.

His torrid love affair with the night,

left me alone

to wonder where I belong,

and to cry those tears all too soon

for it's not over until you die;

but you can't die

if you never really lived.

**I wrote this while I was staying in Montana with my cousin for a few weeks. I met someone that would end up having a lasting impact on you. The only way we would be able to communicate was through phone calls, but this person ended up being someone that helped me a lot. I don't think this person ever realized how much they meant to me and still mean to me.**