I Always Get Sad When I Think About You Dead

Today I thought about what life would be like if suddenly, you died.
And I wouldn't get to smell your hair anymore, or look into your eyes
        and tell the deepest part of your soul how much I love you. So much
        that only the deepest part could comprehend how much.
I remembered that we'd been fighting over the last few days, and decided
        that I wouldn't call you, unless you did first. Coz I didn't know if you
        were mad.
I thought about el cielo amarillo de Lima, and perhaps spreading your ashes across
        the waterfront, in bars, at the top of the highest peak.
And taking you to Paris, spreading you out over the river and the metro system.
I'd take you to London, to where we first kissed so that you could relive that
        as much as you wanted to, forevermore.

But I think I'd like to have you, even just the smallest part, in a little wooden
        box;
So that I could still kiss you each night, and each morning. And remind you that
        even in death, you'll never be alone.