Understanding a World Where *Poof, You’re Just Gone

How am I supposed to understand a world

where poof, I can just be gone.

Poof, you’re gone.

He’s gone,

she’s gone.

That’s the point they say, it’s natural after all.

The spirit lives and then it leaves and where it goes

nobody can say.

It’s just gone, the body lighter

and then colder and then stone, then ash.

How am I supposed to invest in a world,

where, *poof, you’re just gone.

One day in front of my eyes. Flesh and bone.

The next minute, your dust

A speck of sand on the beach,

A whisper of a memory in my head.

Are you for real?  

Be for real.

Because, who gives a fuck?  Really… I mean it.

She was everything, and now she’s gone. Gone?

And I’m supposed to take this shit serious?  

Phone calls, hugs, plans. Poof. Just

gone.

And I’m supposed to get that’s just the way it goes?

Everyone dies.

Guys, everyone dies. You, me, him.

But guys, hear me out, maybe they’re all waiting, just past a thin veil. They can see us

like a two-way mirror in the movies.

But we can’t see them.

They are watching. They get it.

We don’t.

They laugh at our suffering. None if it’s needed.

Man, I hope that’s the truth.  We don’t know. We just know the part where,

Poof. Gone.  

No more voice, or laughter or touch.

So, we want to believe the stories, or that you sent us that bird,

flicked that light.

Because maybe then, there's a point to all of this bullshit.

As of now, I’m still not too sure.  

Poof? Gone?

This shit’s wild.