Empty bed, empty spaces between the walls
where voices used to be,
but they aren’t invisible
like the mirrored reflection only you can see.
Looking there, you know,
before your flag has furled
that by the time you’ve breathed your last
you’re already dead to the world.
Let them run fast in embraced denial,
your life they can’t perceive.
Explore the next dimension
and understand it all before you leave.
©November 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne