by Morgan Sack
Person 1: Alive
Somewhere around me . . .
I do not know where to look
Or know if you could see me
I hope you’re there . . .
I tell you all my stories
The good and bad
Knowing I’m telling these stories without feedback
I hope you can hear me . . .
I stop by with flowers
Others stop by too
I know most of them but some I see are new
Are you there waiting for us?
Whenever I picture where you are
I see a place where it is as beautiful as someone could ever imagine
But do you ever care that we aren’t there
Is it real up there?
I am trying to be happy
Kinda hard when you’re not here
How do you and I know . . .
When will I see you again?
Person 2: Deceased
You could look anywhere
I see you all the way down there
I’m always around
I’m right here
I love when you tell me stories
Good ones and bad ones
I’m here to listen
I can hear you
You always bring by my favorite flowers
I see others and just people visiting too
Who said I know them either but . . .
I am always waiting right there to see you
Where I am, I am sort of free
Where all my trouble and worries are gone as if I’m carefree
I am almost with you but . . .
This place is real
When I imagine heaven I see you
Happy as can be surrounded by the people that love me
So now that I am in heaven I’m sure
One day, I will see you again
I am a sophomore who likes working, going to the beach, reading books and spending time with my family and friends.
What is your main source of inspiration?
My main source of inspiration is mainly my family because they teach me things that I definitely could not learn on my own, and they show me support through everything I do as well as guide me to where I want to go.
What motivated you to write this piece?
I’m sure many people have lost someone or something in their lives, including me, and I wanted to write a piece that sort of shows the curiosity of what truly happens when what we love is gone. I’m aware that everyone has different beliefs of the afterlife, and I believe that when we lose something, we will see it again one day somehow.
What message do you hope to convey to the reader through your piece?
I hope the readers will gain hope through this piece, thinking that one day they will be reunited with the things they love even though they might be gone for now.