Chaotic Mind's Dosage Of Poetry

In This Afterlife

i want us to become
the parallel of what
we were in the other
side of our lives. 

i want us to fulfill the
promises
that were meant to be
fulfilled.

i want us to hear each
other's vows
as if we we are destined
right from the beginning,
that we were meant for each
other.

hear out the
laughter of our little girl
and the cries of our little boy—
the family of ours
that we dreamed of.

until we can finally say
"how beautiful our
life is",
looking at
each others old faces
right in  each other's eyes.
we'll grow grey
hairs together and
rest on each others
arms forever.

— in this afterlife | i.i.