Thoughts

“You shouldn’t wash that, we have a dead man in our house!”

“Really? Because last time I checked every one had a pulse. It’s not like he’s coming back you know! And who came up with this stupid rule?” I was mean … so I kept it to myself.

The day after. He smiled. I could see that he hasn’t slept all night. Who could? I did. Thoughts? Definitely. He never understood them. He was selfish. And now, well … it’s too late.

Still I can’t believe he’s gone. “It was meant to be.” No it wasn’t. It happened because of some bad decisions. He was persuaded to let him there. And then his health deteriorated. Seemed like a good idea at that time; besides he couldn’t do anything without the doctor’s approval. Talk about unconsciousness.

Sunny day today. But I have to sort some things out. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now …

“What will they say? I cannot let you do that!” I don’t give a damn about what they think. I never did. “You know what happened last time!” And? It wasn’t like my presence there would resurrect someone.

“See the safety of the life you have built/ Everything where it belongs/ Feel the hollowness inside of your heart/ And it’s all/ Right where it belongs/ What if everything around you/ Isn’t quite as it seems?/ What if all the world you think you know/ Is an elaborate dream?” If only this was a nightmare. But it isn’t.