His Spiritual Journey Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I had to ask a stranger
for the dirt.
'Things change.
He's moving on.
He's doing fine.'

' If only I could have some word,
some sign'

'He's in a peaceful space,
so don't act hurt.'

'But there's no better place
than next to me.
I need his help,
while helping him as well.
With joy, devotion, memories,
please tell me
why he prefers
to wander free?
I can't read minds like you, '

came my attack.
“How dare he leave me
lost, alone, ' I cried.

'He's got his work now
on the other side.'

I raised my eyes and screamed,
'I want you back! ' I snapped,
'He's grown so selfish
since he died.'

'So HE'S the selfish one? '
the psychic sighed.