What would you do?

Looking back over the last few months
Some strange conversations  I recall
A few words here and there I remember
"What would you do if I died tomorrow?"
He said: out of the blue: surprising me
"What?" I replied. "What do you mean?
"What would you do if I died tomorrow?"
"Move in with Vanessa and the children!"
I replied thinking it just a bit strange
"Well I'm not dying tomorrow!" He said
"Good!" I said. That's how it ended!

After his death these words came back to me
Clearly etched into memory: like fire
Burning a piece of wood: leaving it charred
I cannot let it go: for it sears my mind