Last Love

If you die first,
I will never have another.

I will still feel your touch,
your hand joined with mine
on the forest path,
or in a quiet church,
or where the waves break.

I will lie down alone
in bed at night,
but we will still make love
in my dreams.

If there is a hereafter,
there will be no confusion --
yours is the only hand
I will take
into forever.

Scott Speck
09/10/2002