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What would I do; what would I say if I were still alive
when and if that glorious day should miraculously arrive?
You wouldn’t look the same to me for your death was a rebirth. Gone, the shell that housed your soul when you walked upon this earth.
But I would sense your presence
in this reunion overdue
no matter how you might appear to me: I know,
I’d know,
it’s you.
Has it been a wondrous journey
since you drew your last breath, no longer feeling pain or sorrow – insusceptible to death?
Are you now a brilliant light shining iridescent rays,
no longer pacing your presence on hours and days?
Have the confines and restrictions of deadlines and clocks
been replaced by golden doors with no handles or locks?
Would reliving all the times we’ve spent and hours we’ve enjoyed
ease my aching, breaking heart and fill this empty void?
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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