Easier in Death

In death there would be openness and expectation of pain.

In death there would be time for grieving and folks alongside.

In death there would be purity; promises in tact, memories whole.

In death there would be certainty and definitives.

In death I’d have escaped comparisons.

In death there would be only the memory of us, more beautiful as time went by.

But in death there’d be no hope for us, no more us.

In death life would be easier.