If we were never going to die, I might Not hug you quite as often or as tight, Or say goodbye to you as carefully
If I were certain you’d come back to me. Perhaps I wouldn’t value every day, Every act of kindness, every laugh
As much, if I knew you and I could stay
For ever as each other’s other half.
We may not have too many years before
One disappears to the eternal yonder
And I can’t hug or touch you any more.
Yes, of course that knowledge makes us fonder. Would I want to change things, if I could,
And make us both immortal? Love, I would.
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