you would never step on a cockroach
because you feared being reincarnated
as one and suffering the same fate

i imagine you coming back as a paintbrush
speaking in colors and dancing in the swirls

or perhaps you return as a soft summer rain
to gently caress those of us who wish we could 
hold you one more time

maybe you visit this world as a song
playing in our hearts as we go about the day
wondering what you’d be doing now… if only…

for me, i will wear you as pink fuzzy slippers
that will never step on a cockroach
just in case…