Floors
Not long after I had arrived
at work
the news came in your silence
after my hello.
She was gone.
I rushed to meet you
there by her side ~
gray lips,
ashy skin,
completely still,
lifeless
.
As we waited in silence
for the funeral home to come
I wondered if all this world
is a lobby
where we wait for a room key
from God
in a judgment elevator
that dings our faith
takes us up
or down
opens to a certain floor
of works
and which floor she was on.
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