Survival

The light was ascending and calling me, announcements were made, the flight is about to take off, a passenger is still missing, I listened to a voice, a familiar voice, "Don't go sweet heart, how shall I live, loneliness will kill me, several times in a life, I don't want to be killed, I lived with you, I shall die with you, but once only." Beyond the oceans, the pilot smiled, within twinkling of an eye, when I opened my eyes, I saw a jet white bird, flying high, too high, with a vacant seat, I turned my back to it, and I was right. I can still love, and she is with me, it's not the last flight, once I go I shall never come back, so let me live as long as I can, and let me collect a few more pearls of love. (My feelings when I came in my senses after a heart attack)