memento mori

oh sorry was it gay when i hunted through a half collapsed frozen city carved into the depths of an iceberg to find and burn your body because i knew how you hated the cold? was it gay when i carried you through that icy labyrinth half mad with grief and fatigue speaking aloud to your unhearing ears asking the gods to let you laugh at me one more time? or when i lovingly prepared you for your funeral pyre and bid you farewell with my own name because you are as dear to me as my own life? how about when i defied the gods and through the force of my will for you to live, reordered the path of reality itself, giving myself over to your death in the hope of bringing your body back to life from within? was it gay when my soul was within your body, and yours in mine, and i finally understood what you said to me when you told me you loved me?