The Spirit He opened the cemetary gates. To him, it felt like home. It was here where he handed God his moryal soul. There was a gental breeze That rustled the branches on the trees As they tried to calm his mothers nerves, His immortal soul locked with hers. There was a sense of warmth inside him As his immortal heart began to beat with a love that didn't die with him He looked to the sky Dared to question God why she had to die. She was his heart, his own, she deserved happiness. Not death and a family left to deal with intense sadness. God answered,"This is true. But I could see that you were lonely. You needed her with you." He felt somewhat selfish as he uttered, "Thank you, Father Above. I needed the company of someone else I love." The rain began pouring, The ones still mourning began to leave. Her parents stayed behind-they still needed to grieve. She stood close by- And when they stood to go She kissed them godbye and hoped that they would drive careful and slow. She came up to him and took his hand in hers. He looked at her and asked, "Do you miss being alive?" She nodded and added with a sigh, "That'll be the last time I drink and drive."