then grief is meaningless, for the departed have gone to rest
we do not weep for the ones who have gone
we weep for ourselves for we still have to struggle for our pittance
If death is a supernova of resplendent light
then grief is pointless
we weep not for the ones departed
but for ourselves
for the rest they have entered eludes us
The Curtain separates this side from the other
And We Wait
For the promise of redemption
the hollow lie that this is all will collapse
Against the hope.
And You Ugochi will tell me how it felt to go first.