Will you take your last breath with me.
Shall I see your soul rise up
to that good place.

Will you return
in the hush of my dreams
to brush a warm kiss on my cheek
in the half awake peace
of sleeping.

Will I glance you
by a fleeting chance
in a crowded street
as my heart leaps for joy
before you melt
back to there.

Will you play our songs
when I’m driving,
blinking away tears
of times tied
to those melodies.

Will you sit in your Christmas seat
raising a glass to bygone
cheers and laughter
that echos flat-faced
in the space you left.

Will you flutter white feathers
on black birthdays 
touch me through photographs
and aging epitaphs.

Will you shadow-hug me
infuse me with your smell 
never quite quelling
the longing for
your breath on my skin.

Will you stay.
Will you love me.
Will you still.