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Looking down upon the earth
a spirit soars.
Searching, searching
for something she knows.
She swoops down
from the stars;
flying over cities,
under bridges
until she finds
the place she once called home.
She flies through the house
soaring through walls
and locked doors
which now hold
no obstacles for her
in her altered state.
Finding no one
a silent tear
trickles down her face
becoming lost in the tangled hair
that falls in her eyes.
Where could they be?
Suddenly she hears her name
and is pulled through space.
"Where am I?" she thinks
as she looks around.
"A funeral? I wonder whose."
Quietly she glides
over to the opened casket.
She looks down
and trembles at the sight before her.
"It's me...but how?"
Suddenly the memories
of her car accident
cloud her mind.
"No...impossible..." she whispers.
But as she looks around,
she realizes it is true.
If only she had not gotten drunk
that last night.