Death is not a loss of life
But a completion.
Your spirit does not leak
From your fingers
And seep into the dirt
But you reach the end
And finish the race you’ve had
To run your entire life

Life is not lost
Like a cap or mittens
But it’s the finish
After a long train ride
When the boy beside you is sleeping
And the nice women you’ve been talking to
Got off at the last station

Your death is the final step
When you pick up your bag
And smile at the other passengers
Standing just as the train
Rolls to your stop
And you lurch forward
But you’ve done what’s needed
To get to your station
Even if you’re a little late or early
Getting there.
You didn’t tell me.