Cafe Hereafter

There is a certain peace within my own death.

The comforting cushion of an eternal blissful rest.

The satisfactory contentment of knowing our own end.

Nary a problem that needs solving.

Nor a goal that needs achieving.

Nor a sin that needs atoning.

So join me someday.

In the scattering light of our sweet hereafter,

where we will drink strong coffee,

and laugh at life’s folly.