What would it be like

What would it be like to meet you once again. Long after the Grim Reaper had wielded its scythe, after the dreams have come apart at the seams. You and me, so near yet so far. What would it be like to behold those alluring eyes, and then touch the tears inside. What would it be like to live those harrowing nights, to see you writhe when the fracas goes on. And you die a slow painful death every night with your heart bleeding inside you.