You know what they told me?
They said that people die,
and they get wrapped and
dressed and burried and then
they’re gone.

Gone forever.

They said
you can’t talk to them no more,
can’t hold them no more,
all those long conversations about
nothing
only linger in the
expanses of
memory.

They drew a simple diagram
that looked a lot like a
connect-the-dots, to show
the differences between
where good people go
and where bad people go,
while omitting the
methods in place
to figure out who is which.

But the little things.
The small happenstance,
the vivaciously vivid dreams,
the picture they paint is
polished and clean and
clear as day. There are
faces looking in
through the windows.

But you know what they told me?
They told me poeple die,
They told me people
die and disappear.
And you know?
I just can’t believe them.