I always imagine the immediate fear
of my heart stopping
and my lungs flailing
but I also imagine the softness
of the light, so blinding
yet so welcoming
and most of all
I hope, I pray, I quietly beg
to see your beautiful face
even a glimpse of your eyes,
a whisper of your voice
would makeup for all
of this sad lonely life
without you, I hope you’re
waiting for me,
as I’ve been waiting for you
and before I take your hand
I’ll hug the piece
of myself that died with you
and I imagine, I’ll feel whole again

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