I see them
those who went
as they were
the last time
I saw them
standing together
in lighted background
plain with
nothing glorious
no birds no trees
just them
all together
familiar tight
we will meet again
I've heard this
I want to believe
so I keep
this picture to myself
and open it when alone
it's the only thing
that keeps me
from screaming aloud
"I don't want to die"
maybe at the end
it will fade to black
and I will catch
a glimpse of them
arms open waiting
then there will be
permanant silence
or maybe just darkness
and what I am
will bounce eternally
in undefined places.....