I laid there,
a seasoned vet of time,
inhaling the blue of the sky,
exhaling the whites of the clouds.

The air felt lighter,
scents smelled fresher,
tastes tasted sweeter,
and everything radiated in “love.”

Time was no more then a measurement,
and I had spoiled, but like a fine wine.
I knew my place, my oneness with all.
No “me,”
No “you,”

My final breaths were riddled
with uncontrollable laughter
for just now having become enlightened
without a goodbye.

Hovering above, your tears fell
and rolled down my cheeks.
I smiled one last time,
and took my place with you.