Ponder that…

Is death really the end?
Is it ever really over?
It just doesn’t seem logical to me

I know I’ve never believed it is
Yet when death stares you in the face
All logic goes out the window

I know she’s not really gone
She’s as close to me as ever
I can feel her all around me

She’s in each breath that I breathe
She’s in every tear that I cry
She is everywhere and in everything I do

She’s as gone now as she was when alive
She’s as present now as one can be in death
She’s constantly near and far
Always right by my side, holding me, guiding me

Life’s a funny old thing
I’ll never cease asking inexplainable questions
I’ll never have any more or less answers
Yet I forever still ponder what it means

We had the best bond a mother and daughter could have
I have no regrets, she knew I loved her
I told her every day, as she equally told me

It’s our perspective of time that’s the problem
We’re pretending it’s all linear
When that couldn’t be farther from the truth
We’re celestial beings after all
It’s all just a game, and none of this exists

Ponder that…