In The End

In the end
everything is silent.

There is no distraction
of breathing or the beating
of the heart against the walls
of your body.

In the end
everything is light
enough to cast into the wind.
Ashes and feathers and love
fly together
without even giving it
a thought.

In the end the voice drifts
into the back of the mind
until the smell of vanilla
walks into the room
with her hands on her hips
and asks

"Are you here?"