Where?

Where do they go when they leave us?
Is there another place
Where the dead can be who they always were
And wear a familiar face?
Are they just in another room?
Just through another door?
Do they somewhere wait for us?
Are we worth waiting for?
Where do our loved ones truly go
Is there somewhere their souls reside?
Or is it only our memories
That keeps the bright spirits alive?

©️Jane Jago 2019