Observations

The line between

Pre death and post death

Is an unloved and faded thing. 

My mind lives in the pre death days,

Thriving and blooming 

In the warm limited sunshine.

A time when such tiny things

Mattered so much more 

Than they ever could now.

My body is here. Post death.

It lives with new people, 

Has new experiences,

But so longs for the days 

When she was here and 

My glass was half full 

Not half empty. 

I ate toast and honey for breakfast,

It was bearable. 

 

Reviews

[Neon]

I liked the great imaginary you chosen here with the simple words. Good work.

[Tai Ryens]

Hmm . . . Could be connected with reincarnation; change in life; perhaps even a literal (and spiritual) death. Clever.

[JourneyBlu]

This is a nice poem that flows well. Love the conclusion. Thanks for sharing!