Surreal

I met her once

it was brief.

She told me about

her life, her grief.

She warned me of

a dangerous path.

Told me to take heed

from this, this and that.

The details are fuzzy.

I wish I paid more attention.

Sometimes these things are just too murky.

So

There I sat,

dumbfounded,

confused.

I think that she was only amused.

She was old and fatigued,

ready to be deceased.

Didn't know what else to do...

So I posed a question,

it was jolting, if you ask me.

"Have you decided what colour

you'd like your coffin to be?"

She laughed, I sighed

and then we both cried.

Dreams are weird.

They don't make sense.

Once I grew a beard.

It was pretty intense.

Thank goodness it wasn't real,

Hah, that would've been quite an ordeal.