Empty handed

Standing before the gates of the end
Blue hair swaying in the silent wind
The blue glass gems moving along with it
The air softly touching her back and sides
Leggings barely providing any resistance to it
She'd been just walking to the mailbox
How easy life can come to the end
No cuts or scraps, just a brushing of bruising
Who knew how fast one could bleed out
Without ever spilling a drop of blood
And now she's staring at the gates to the afterlife
She used to joke about dressing in case you become a ghost
Tie dye crop top, black leggings, a blue beaded choker
Headband and black mask...barefoot
It seems you go into death wearing just what you are
And she just couldn't believe she was here
With a breeze trying to guide her inside
Whispering to just let go and step through the gate
So she just stands there empty handed
Nothing to show except everything in her heart