AFTER LIFE

In that single moment

Before the end

Is there only the past,

Old marred memoirs,

And no future,

No such thing as again,

No way to grow,

And no new repertoires?

If the years ahead

Belong to the rest,

Then they will all gradually forget

The times

When you were there

Amongst the blessed.

They’ll move on and prosper
Without regret.

You'll be in a silent film

Degrading

Through mistaken recall,

Discarded takes,

Intentions misjudged,

Legacy fading -

Memories of you

Transformed into crude fakes.

But then again
You might travel to find
The sweetest places
Of your explorations -
Those haunting sites
And dearest destinations -
And the ones you loved
Who left you behind.