NaPoWriMo Day 4

When We Die

When we die...
Will you follow me?
My love, will you follow?

Into the darkest depths
of nothing
or the scariest holes
of hell?
Into the fluffy brightness
of heaven
or the wailing bodies
of souls reborn?

When we die...
Will you leave me?
My Love, will you leave?

To disappear,
to vanish
like we were nothing
but foolish teens
pretending to care and love
and wishing only
for our own
happily ever afters.

So my love,
what will you do?
Will you follow me
forevermore into the dark?
Or will you drift away;
dissolving into nothing
like ice in hot coffee.