i have a dear friend close to my heart named Christina Grimmie

she realized how much you had hurt me

and offered to write a song with the poem 

about how much you broke my heart knowing that you would hear it 

and feel what i feel

the song charted number one in north america for eighteen weeks 

you heard it and fell in love with me again

but actually it was only just a dream 

Christina is dead i have no friends 

and a poem wouldn't change your mind anyway

whenever i read your words

 i hear you speaking in your own voice

 and i am in the woods reading the pdf you sent me last night 

something about unity and how every voice fades into the other 

how our emotions unite us there's something you've been trying to tell me

 you have given up on religion forgotten about god "lost faith in any book" 

there's not even a vague hope for finding a heaven now 

there's just nothing it's better to be burned alive 

than to be the one doing the burning and the things 

that gave you peace are detestable to you now

you think about the person you were before 

and you realize that every tree that grows toward the sky 

was meant to reach for it 

like we are meant to reach out for love 

and you think about Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, Mary Oliver 

and a few others 

and you read their works 

and no one will read your words or hear them 

no one will pay attention for one moment 

more things have failed us than our faith 

i admire the fact that you told your "spiritual father" before cutting him out of your lief 

that he had become the dark lord and you had become like "Kylo Ren" 

except you said, for you there would be no face reveal 

because you knew that you had become ugly both inside and out 

with this appreciation, you wonder what your last will and testament will be, “at the end of your lief,” and in this testament you realize that “it is love that keeps our cells together,” that this lief needs to be lived as if there is “no resurrection, no reincarnation.”  and as your lief continues you realize that poetry is the music that unites all of us and that the words repeated back to you “all rhyme with the lonely part of your heart.” 

these words we hear are the love poems at the end of our lives.