Love Still Lives On

When bodies touch—how much possession is born?
How much distance does resentment breed?

That moment of having you near—
how many times can it be lived again?
How far must we walk together
before we stop looking back?

How many times out of sight
before the waiting falls silent?
How many soundless nights spent together—before your embrace becomes eternal?

How much love must we give...
to make dying easy?