Laughing Matters

What is death made of?
And what is life like?
Who stands in between…
On the thin line,
Separating known from unknowable?

Gone…can life be gone?
In an instant,
With no show,
No ceremony…
No goodbye?

What did I do wrong?
What could I have done right?
When will these questions;
Worth only life and death,
Be answered?

Am I truly…left behind?
Never to catch up,
With the one gone on before me?

I don’t want hope
In this surprising time of grief.
All I feel is pain
Where is my relief?