Requiem: first version

Last night I died.

It was one of those calm deaths, just closing my eyes

And existing no more.

There was no violins though.

I had expected them. And the angels.

There was no retrospective of my life in seconds,

I just sighed and was tired no more.

It was as if I had been born again

and was just deliciously getting used

to my new skin.

Then I saw my mother crying.

It almost broke my heart.

All of my tormented acquired mothers and fathers also

and I did try to soothe them

but I was nothing more than a shadow

vibrating below infrared so they could not perceive me.

I gazed at the empty space which I left

It was formless and thick and heavy.

O but it smelled like roses and candles. It was so romantic.

I kissed them all on their foreheads. There were so many people

I did not hope to see at my sunset. Their eyes were hollow

their faces confused. They could not understand why I had done it

They were fighting to unsuccessfully grapple with the fact that

This        was        exactly        what

I wanted to do.