Light (On death and dying)

And what am I supposed to say?

That you were with me on that day?



But where I was

I do not know.

It came and went

so fast, so slow.



Was it real?

Was it fate?



So long it's been

the memories darkened.

I question

what I was sure was reality.



Sometimes

I question myself

because

it seems to good to be true

Sometimes because of

others doubts and fears.



But I know what happened

the day I slipped away.

She knew it to

though I did not say it.

She looked through me

and said, "I don't want to know."





Fear...

Why

If nothing happened?

She already perceived

where I had gone.

She saw it on my face

The light I came from.

The light I never wanted

to return from.



I told her anyway.

How could I not?

If I kept it inside

the light

would have driven me mad.





But you were there

with me...

and I never told you

Now you wandered so far!

Alone in the dark.





I almost told you.

But I was worried

worried about

what you would think.

What you would do.

I still do.

I'm still selfish.



It would have been easier then

to tell you

your future was light

to convince you

that you were light

are light



That you

were already there.



And here you are

again

after so long.

And still

how can I tell you?