Does love go to heaven?

You told me you would probably always love me.  But you probably won’t.  Forsaken love dies because if it didn’t we would.  

I asked you if you think love goes to heaven.  Is the you I loved dancing with the me you loved somewhere between the blackness and the stars?  Is my best memory of you sleeping next to your best memory of me on a summer sunset bed?  Do they have the real ever-after, the promise we didn’t keep?

You told me that you think loves goes to heaven.  I'm agnostic, at best.

So, tell me, was that taxi our hearse?  Was that bed our wake?  Is that what death feels like?  Or does the end come later, in some other bed at someone else's hands?