C

When the sun is a darkening blot against the dying sky
and oceans are salt beds of lost dreams
and every soul on the earth is merely an echo in the mind of God,

I will remember
the soft tenderness of Romeo's lips
.........how it feels to be in love.
I will remember
my soul shattering within my shameful bosom
.........how it feels to die of a broken heart.
I will remember
briny tears gathering like storm clouds in my eyes
.........how it feels to cry.

Not even death,
I think,
could tear those memories asunder