The Black Hills
It's nothing special, there are no frills,
We lie amongst dead daffodils.
There may be clouded skies
The sun may not show his face
But at least you are with me
Here, in this beauteous place.
But how can you smile
Whilst you sit there next
To all that remains of me.
… And not me.
For I am I no more.
Walk up, among the black hills,
Ignore the freezing blasts and chills.
Climb, watch the highest peak arise,
Relive our last embrace.
Remember, please, remember me.
But give up on this chase.
For where I have gone, you cannot -
Must not follow.
Heaven is not yet yours, my dear.
And you are not Heaven's to take.
Go on, alone, and learn to love again.