After the end, where will we go?
What will become of us?

Will we lie here forever,
unmoving, waiting, remembering
who we used to be?

Or will everything just go black
as if it had never been?

A void as empty as the space between galaxies
a never ending silence
an unbroken absence

Or will there be light at the end of the tunnel?
Will we hear a voice
feel a hand
see a face

Like a raindrop on a windowpane
brightens for a moment
in the sweep of the headlights

Then vanishes,
never to be seen again?

Will it be like someone sitting in a darkened room
listening for sounds of life next door?

Suspended animation?

An unremembered dream?