The Invention of Immortality

I had just turned
To go, when you called me
Back into your room
The lamp a velvety glow
Beside the bed.
“I love you” you said
To me, the words
Strangely stark and serious
In their familiar
Setting.  And leaning Over you, your small face
At four and a half
Just blossoming into boyishness,
You reached up, and
Drew me down with such a
Frightening hug
Into your pillow, whispering
“Even when I’m dead
I’ll love you.”

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