My eyes annoyingly leak an ocean.

What was it like, Dad, this passage? 

Was it like slipping into sleep?


Falling from a height?


Can you see your life from above now,

A package, a play, a journey, a symphony?

Is there a place for regrets, redemption, reality?

Do you know what’s left behind? 

Do you hunger for what you’ve lost?

Do the things which held you in life bind you in death?

Dear man, I hope you’ve found the rest you so arduously sought all your days.

Meanwhile you’ve left behind a mangled mess that was your walk on earth. As always others have to clean up after you.

And  this damned salty sea keeps getting in the way.