Afterlife Poem by Anna Naumovych

I remember you asked me once
What's my idea of the afterlife,
Where the weightless soul runs
When time is running out.

I remember that I told
It's all the same to me -
My soul is already sold,
I fall solely to your knees.

My soul goes to the underworld
The door of which is your single kiss.
My heart is covered by the mould
When you're far away, I can only miss.

So do not feel upset and do not wail
When our lives come to an end.
It only seems that we have failed -
We will be happier in the distant land.

© Anna Naumovych