After The Funeral

When everything ends,

because everything ends,

will there be a black vortex,

thrashing towards all of us,

and storms of fire

swallowing and scorching us? 

When dust we become

will I remember this?

A stick figure contemplating the galaxy...

When everything ends,

because everything ends,

and I lay beside your coffin,

I hope I still remember

what your eyes looked like open

and how your pale corpse

does no justice to your summertime glow.

When everything ends,

and everything will end,

I hope I meet you again.