And so on

 

I’d apparently died, and found myself

In an elaborate open working space

With desks one against the other.

I walked along looking for mine.

Susan looked up, “Oh, you won’t be 

In here.  You’re a Program Engineer.

There are different things for you to do.

“But what if I want to be with you?”

“That’s silly,” she said smiling at the girl

Sitting at the next desk.  “You just won’t.

We’re different now – no more human

Urges or constraints.  We’re here and 

Will do whatever needs to be done.

You are different from we who need

Each other, something we knew back 

When we were one, you and me.  I like

Being here amongst the many, hearing

The sighs, the recollections.  You’ll

Sequester yourself as you always

Always have, and there’s a need

For that, which is wonderful for you,

You’ll dream of other things, worlds

Perhaps for all we know, hunkered

Here amongst so many with all their

Worries still lingering.  You on the 

Other hand are fine alone.  You’ll

Don your gear and move out beyond,

Never giving me a further thought.”