Passage of Souls

I felt the souls pass around me like lights in the fog.  Names and appearance do not qualify in contrast with essence.  Words are few and short; emotion is abundant.  What words will last like the last embraces between us all as we prepare to never see each other again?

Some of us will meet again but it will not be here.

We already know each other, we remember each other from elsewhere. I do not care whether it is a vision; I exist in a fever dream that never breaks.  And in my sweat I grasp for closeness.  Uncover my soul so I may pass through the fog and remember the place where we will meet again.

Fare thee well.