I Do Not Think I Could Survive

*In the style of Emily Dickinson . . . or at least I tried*

I do not think I could survive

Without you by my side –

Your hand, your heart, your name in mine,

And no one can divide.

But life is not eternal;

We are promised but today,

And I fear the separation

That will part us on that day.

I wonder if I will be first,

Will breath rip from my throat?

Or will I be left alive

While Death and God both gloat?

In truth, I know that on that day,

Should you be torn from me,

My heart, my body, and my mind

Will join you rapidly.