Pisaries Creator

For when I wake up you will not be there or will you.
You have stood by my side for so long.
The face is familiar. The voice is comforting.
I have not wanted anything different since the beginning.
I could not imagine the end of you, the end of me, the end of us.
Here in another time, in the same place, you exist for another.
We are present without the jokes and tasteless humor.
We are as we should be, clothed with abundance.
Our shoes brand new in this bubble of time.
Slowly stretching, repeating the meaningful words to each other.
The middles eyes wide open.
For when I rest my weary body you could be there.
You will not be there because fate must intervene.
The answer cannot be that wrong.
Nothing can last forever, not even century old patterns.
I asked for renewal and strength.
I am here in the truth.
We are the answers to five questions.
What are we doing? Why are we here? 
Who really matters? When will we evolve? 
Where is the meaning?
For when I permanently stop moving, I contribute to preservation.
Everything of substance changes everywhere.
This is how I understand what my life could be.