I asked you what happens when we die,
do you still believe we will be born again to meet in another life?
You posited the thought of nothingness,
an outlook of which opposes the hopeful nature of your soul.
I brought forth a revelation only recently unveiled in my mind.
It no longer scares me to even consider the infinite possibilities for our experiences when our bodies finally give out.
I find myself in a state of clarity and acceptance.
I need not eternity, nor reincarnation.
I need not even damnation to fear.
I can only wish now for that nothingness, but for melancholy reasons not.
For appearing in my embrace is a pair of gentle lips,
creeping themselves slowly and carefully towards round cheekbones,
a work of art I behold as your gorgeous smile.
I fear no unknown after I die, as am privy now to a newfound feeling:
So long as I may spend my precious moments and heart beats with you,
so long as my mind still comprehends the proliferation of reasons I gain everyday to love you more,
so long as my earth-bound soul is held in your arms,
I can leave this plane of existence into that nothingness with no want, regret, or anxiety,
for I have lived completely and happily,
fulfilling my purpose of keeping you safe and cherishing every droplet of your beauty and wisdom that pours on to the pages of the poetry you write and the art that you draw.
For as long as my life runs its course fueled by your love, I will have nothing to fear at the finish line.