Premature death

Feelings or thoughts that aren't expressed will always fade away into forgetting, then dying of a premature death.

Say it, say it all before we run out of time, before either of us are on our bed, unconscious and finally realising that death has invited itself without warning. Express it all, before we can't no more, before it sinks into you that you now can only speak to the other party in your head. Her physical existence all cremated. Or perhaps, perhaps when her physical existence stays but her soul no longer penetrative like it used to, she'd be as good as dead. Your expressions, then becomes fruitless.

Was it a dream, was she real? Or has it all been left to towards a premature death? What a devastating dream.