Laying in bed your arms around me
Midnight shadows on your face
A thought, a question of what future brings
"What is left after death?" my finger trails up your chest
A kiss on my forehead and out slips
"I don't know, maybe angels and wings?" another kiss
I fall back asleep with glowing wings sweeping through dreams
I wake up no arms around me this time
Midnight but no shadows on your face
Memories flow back to me
The weekend you asked me to marry you
But then it's not my memories, I say yes
Flashes of what I might have had with you
I know the answer now, death is reliving what could have been
