Perhaps, After this lifetime..

Does he know, you prefer wearing black instead of white— and instead of a church, you wanted more to walk barefoot to the cemetery. While your guest throws shade of what your wedding turned out to be. Does he even know you like your flowers in a pot, untouched— than those bouquets you'll eventually throw in the trash. And does he even have a clue, that every time you look at me, That mind of yours is flooded with poetry.