They never marry.
Live their lives
as lovers
creating each new day
in thier image
'Happy
in our happiness! '
When he dies...
she wants to die with him.
She doesn't.
Lives on for another 9
against her will.
Keeps his ashes on the mantlepeice.
'When I die...'
she makes us promise.
'..I want my ashes
mingled with his
& then scattered
over our Welsh hills
so that he & I
can run...run
...like the wind! '
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/run-like-the-wind-3/
