Uncle

When there's a knock on the door, or a phone call followed by silence.

When your faith has been shaken and you can't do anything about it.

All you know is that the dead don't return.

Your heart has your brain turnt and everythig hurts.

Only then will life after death not make sense.

 

All of the words on the page, words out my face won't change the direction of my hearts race.

It was all good for us then but what will we do when the guide has met his end?

There's a fight or flight as our response.

Or we can stand still but life goes on.

Trying to figure out what to do next is REALLY REALLY complex but, the heart wants what it wants.

Only then will life after death not make sense.

 

And so, without a roadmap in hand and a fork in the road.

Right or left?

Put one foot in front of the other and choose the road ahead.

For, finding life after death may be complex, might not make sense and hurts when it's dense but thats what Keith left.

Life after death.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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