Dead on Sunday

-Hey you…I’m dead…died Sunday morning…some sort of fall from the graces that keep us alive…I’m not sure what it had to do with…didn’t wake up, that’s what was said…it was more than that…eyelids were still warm…there had been a moment of consciousness, maybe longer…the impression of lights, maybe people…maybe it was everyone I could remember…then there was darkness…
…I never saw myself, I don’t think I remembered myself…many other faces…eyes and smiles…some were laughing…it was a pleasant flash of light…and then eyes closed…someone else’s…then my own, though they were never open…and then darkness…and yes now I am gone…
…in the darkness, there isn’t much…when I was alive, I heard stories…people talk about tunnels and lights…pretty pictures of life…friends, perhaps…some kind of heaven…only darkness…it’s been like this for days…darkness…and you remember names…not the faces, you can’t, but you remember names…and they scroll across in the darkness…little echoes repeating themselves…
….you knew people, but what were they…you can’t remember in the darkness…fidgeting, only in your mind…you can’t move when you’re dead…these people, the ones you knew…where did they go…now that you cannot see them and only hear their names…in the darkness…do they still exist…did they ever…who’ll bring me roses, now that I’m dead…if there is a gravestone…
…maybe when the little echoes grow silent, it won’t even matter…even if water falls on my corpse…if there is darkness and the rest has fallen to silence…the corpse…it will not matter…when there is no longer an echo in me and darkness accompanies…the world has ended…and yes I am gone.