Why Care Poem by Orlando Belo

In the early hours of this morning
I was awakened by a raging storm.
It was precisely then that I discovered
that I no longer occupied my form.

The physical part of my body had died
leaving me to carry on alone.
I don't know why this has happened
I'm now a spirit without a home.

The consequences are as yet unknown,
but somehow I have to try and carry on.
I don't know how I'm going to do it
without my substantial companion.

It's time to venture out into this world
and it appears to be a lovely day.
The sky is cloudless, the sun is warm,
but no one can hear a word I say.

The other spirits here are ignoring me.
It appears that I am of no consequence.
I am unashamedly puzzled and confused,
why should I be an insignificance?

I'm beginning to question why I'm here.
But my thoughts and I are fading away.
Am I also to die like my physical form,
and my departure was just a delay?

Or maybe I was only in transit
and wasn't destined to be there.
Perhaps I will never get to know
and if that's the case, why care.