The Bitter Tears Of Bobby Blue

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
-Edgar Allan Poe

When does a person really die?
When they stop breathing?
When their heart stops beating?
When their lips turn blue?
It took me a while to figure out; all these things are just vain and physical.
They live on as long as you let them.
And boy did I let them.