The Third Stage, The Third Day Poem by Heaven Fay

She doesn't stop coming.
In the dreams, and into them.
There are choirs announcing her.
I kiss her eyelids
and I am still the only one
to have done this.
Because she has died.
Because in that lovelorn country
there are striped Carnations
by every road
in remembrance.
and I grovel prayer for her lips,
those goddamn lips.
and I recite
please come back's,
and she walks down the mountain
with a coffin in her arms
and she says,
"Always for you,
even from death."
and I have her again.