when my grandpa died / and we said goodbye at the open casket / i swear i saw him breathing / and maybe even smile a little; / and when our cat died/ we couldn't figure it out / until he turned stiff. / so i wonder / since the brain looks for patterns / and fills in gaps – / when i die one day / will i realize / or will my brain make me remember / what it felt like to be alive / and i just go on like before?
is that / how ghosts are made / or how people keep remembering / all the tiny details / of those who / have passed?
have you ever felt
you killed somebody
because you prayed to whatever entity you believe in
that their suffering should end
that they should be allowed to rest
because the other day
i talked to my grandma about a relative of ours
who was in hospice care
and while my grandma has this outlook
on life and death
that some old people have
– that death, at some point, is mercy -
i had hoped until then
that he might get better again
but during that conversation
something inside me realized
that his time probably has come
and in my thoughts i wished him
a good last journey
a safe trip to whatever afterlife
may be waiting for him
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