I listened to a song,
It was beautiful.
It reminded me of you.
Your smile.
The simplicity of your life.
And your death.
You fell asleep and did not wake.
A beautiful end for a beautiful man.
I wonder if, somehow, your essence lives on.
In a man, a woman, a child, an animal.
If so, I wonder if I see you, I shall recognise you?
I think I would.
What if our understanding of time is wrong,
That it is not chronological
And that we only discover this after we “die”.
If so, I look forward to meeting you again
For we had too little “time” together
Whatever that means.
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 6:08 AM UTC
I listened to a song,
It was beautiful.
It reminded me of you.
Your smile.
The simplicity of your life.
And your death.
You fell asleep and did not wake.
A beautiful end for a beautiful man.
I wonder if, somehow, your essence lives on.
In a man, a woman, a child, an animal.
If so, I wonder if I see you, I shall recognise you?
I think I would.
What if our understanding of time is wrong,
That it is not chronological
And that we only discover this after we “die”.
If so, I look forward to meeting you again
For we had too little “time” together
Whatever that means.
2024
