Never Lasting

I had a dream about you last night, my long lost dear and sweetest love. You died several Christmas Eve's ago. They say it was an accident, but my heart knew better. You'd finally succeeded at ending your own life, as you had tried so many times before.

I know, you had gone long and far away, into the afterlife where you hopefully found peace, alongside your mother. You were beautiful and your face shined so bright, when I saw you that night. Death had not changed your sweet spirit or your raw and edgy beauty. Your death made you changeless.

You hadn't grown older. It was I who had grown older, and stranger, more bitter and cold. You had come into my dreams to remind me of the man I had once been. The man who once loved you as no other man could or would in your mortal life.

I asked you how you had been since I had seen you last, so many years before. You smiled your sweet and infectious smile and laughed tenderly before you replied. You said you had been laying in the sweet summer grass for eternities, where you were wrapped in an endless and overwhelming love. A love that reminded you of times we had been together, however brief, passionate and never lasting.