afterlife.

what if you witnessed it all?

that conscience that cannot evade death,

you saw me near your hospital bed,

clutching your hand,

begging you to stay.

what if those rumours about afterlife

are not rumours at all,

what if you're peering over my shoulder,

a happy ghost,

as i write this over?

i must admit, i am curious of testing it out myself,

chasing out a medium and asking questions i can't answer,

like why'd you leave me?

are you disappointed?

were you in pain?

what if i no longer have to torture myself,

thinking i'll never be in front of your tempting presence again,

and instead, when my heart stops beating,

you welcome me with peaceful arms,

and we get that eternity we longed for, together?

maybe i am being childish.

perhaps, once you closed your eyes, your essence was gone.

your name, your voice, your soul, all recycled.

it might even be the case that you embodied someone else,

and you're a toddler now, somewhere in Turkey or the United States.

you and i both know i was always a believer,

a soul that saw hope where there was none,

and my dearest, my love, i dare to believe you're out there somewhere,

in a place we'll call home.

someday.

and so, while you wait up there with colors plaguing your senses,

hearing my cries in the middle of the night,

witnessing me slow dancing in the light of the moon,

please, wait for me as i wait for you,

because i'm not resting until i get our goodbye that was due.

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i started watching the show surviving death (which is basically about people who have had experiences of near-death and stuff and what they went through) and idk this came out of it. hope you like it.

- mel