but

There is a thing in death that chills my soul
Not to die
But for others
to be
gone

In your death could I celebrate your life?
I
I would mourn.
I would don clothing of black
and lower my head as I walked
and sing rarely.
And then
as I find peace in the moments when we were together
I would all the more weep bitterly for the moments when we could have been.

But the truth is
Your Life is more than your body
And by knowing each other
Neither of us will outlive the other
And in this way
We will life forever