Afterlife

I tell you that I love you, yet you never say it back, When I look at you you glare through me as if I were a piece of glass.

Everyone is different now, My cell never rings, No one pays me a visit, Why doesn't anyone acknowledge my sound ?

A year has passed but still no change, My spouse now belongs to another, The friends I once had now hang out with others. 

Why am I going through this ? What have I done ? I had many friendships and family now I have none.

I walk through a Cemetery my stomach gets a knot, I look down and notice a plot. My name engraved in stone. I was 6 feet under, I never realized that I was gone. ™©

By : Shawn Muñoz
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Van Avatar
June 6, 2016 at 11:57 PM
Well written. Makes you think about what happens to us when we die.
Munoz Avatar
June 8, 2016 at 8:01 PM
Thank you my exact thoughts that lead me to write this.
Andresen Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 5:16 AM
- A little sad poem, but really well written Shawn - There are three types of friends: Friends for a reason, friends for a while and friends for life - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Munoz Avatar
April 24, 2016 at 5:43 PM
Honestly speaking I was thinking of myself in spiritual form not knowing that i was dead .
Munoz Avatar
October 1, 2015 at 12:06 AM
Thanks hun
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