You go on winding path.

Past all the dancing palm trees.

You look down and see,

old wooden floor boards

as old as you can be.

 

The path suddenly changes,

becomes wider and different.

lighter like clouds,

colored like the rainbow we dream of.

And you have

the one you love,

hand in hand.

 

Smile fades.

As you realize

that warmth that you love

is gone.

You sit in that chair,

rocking back and forth.

With the sun smiling in your eyes.

You remember your loved ones favorite saying,

 

“What’s next?”