In the Afterlife
In the afterlife,
we release our tired leaves
so they may gracefully
dissolve into dust,
for love is no longer a sacrifice.
In the afterlife,
we hunger bravely
as we offer our unclean hands,
for we know we will be fed.
In the afterlife,
we dream as if we are dancing,
for time cannot contain our joy.
And, yet, there is
no distance nor darkness nor death
that will erase you
from my memory.