It is how I loved you that will supersede the separation of my soul from my bones; that will bind the light between space and time in the ethereal heartbeat that I felt with my head against your chest. A resonance singing like a chorus of lives you have lived; a testament to the joy you have felt, and the love you have dealt. Wrapping my fingers in the locks of your hair as if they were meant to keep me bound to you in an unspoken contract of understanding and compassion. A suicide pact meant to kill the loneliness of our exclusive existences, now a collective of experiences and emotions. I hope you hold my regard for you as tightly as you hold me to you, and as I wish with both; oh god, as I wish with both, you never let me go.