3/30/2020

I can't help but wonder . . .

 . . . sitting here in ghostly fashion
at my own wake . . . what you actually
thought of me whilst I was amongst you.

I remember . . . some of you were
acquaintances; maybe I was mostly
friends with your spouse, Others were
proper friends; sometimes with both
you and your mate. And yet a few,
just that tiny few, were more along
the lines of soulmates. My heart
bursts at the thought of just how
lucky I was.

Obviously, I don't calibrate things quite
like I did in life. Nonetheless, I find myself
curious as to what each of your huddled
groups are saying. "She was fun, wasn't
she?! But man, she could be so serious
sometimes; drove me crazy! Well, I did
like the way she read the Tarot; gave
me a lot of different insights. I sure loved
her Mexican cooking . . . "

 . . . Oh my God, what a crazy, crazy
dream! Let me get the sleep out of my
eyes and finish waking up. Still, if I think
about it, maybe it was a warning of some
sort. Does it mean I'm coming to my own
end soon? Or perhaps, I need to get my
shit together?! Am I supposed to take this
as a warning? Does this mean I need to
make some amends? God, I hate dreams
like this, or does it qualify as a proper
nightmare?!

Sitting here, pondering . . . I feel rattled!
No, no pun intended. I need to give this
some more thought . . .

wisdom come to me
the meaning of life or death
or maybe its both