I wish I believed in life after death
for then my few remaining years
would have a purpose past all fears,
knowing the way to reach you again
would start with my last breath.

How we would literally jump for joy
at last when we could spot each other
among death's refugees and smother
ourselves with hugs and kisses then
as if still girl and boy.

And so many stories would have to be told
from all the painful years apart.
Though hard to know just where to start,
they'd all tumble out in the end
as eternity unfolds.

And you would be well not wasted and ill;
your eyes would shine with happiness.
We'd cling together for the rest
of time and never part again.
What chance of all this ? Nil.