Give me a clue, a hint if you will 

About where we go when we die

Is it somewhere beyond our wildest dreams,

Or somewhere within reach 

How does one know when they leave 

Do they remorse on past experiences,

Or dwell in the future?

Would you get to say goodbye to ones you love?

Or move avast forgetting of importance?

Is time irrelevant? 

Does it slip through the cracks of meaning, scattered upon a tinted pane 

Demolished into grains of sand 

Singular specks thrown into the ocean of moments 

Or perhaps, we remember our life 

Acknowledge our accomplishments for they were the very things that kept us going 

Or maybe, we have to let go 

Let our pride and predigest be thrown to the wind 

Watch them drift, as they will only be remembered by some 

A sliver of our soul might be left behind when our bodies are removed 

While they are driven in a black car or gingerly rested in a casket

Diminishing slowly left ajar

So, give me a clue a hint if you will about where we go when we die