nico's poetry topic

there was never going to be a time after you;
you were supposed to take my hands and pull me into eternity
(come on in, the water's fine, and so are we)
forever is a state of mind, isn't it?
and god knows our minds are always changing.
i turn mine like a steering wheel,
an ouroboros of leather and fear and
god won't let me lose you; i promised, i promised.
you were my only distraction from the night sky
and now your shadow is moving
and i just can't seem to fit under it
were there always so many stars?
there were always too many stars, too many years, too many
things to remember and things that i can't
and things that i do
and things that i always will.
and i hope i can find you again when we're dead
but every time i mention it to you
you seem to have this idea that death is a state of mind
and god knows you made yours up long ago.
and i know there will be no time after you;
i was supposed to take your hands and pull you into eternity,
but now im terrified you'll go there on your own