She rested in her grave,
Wondering—
Had she lived at all?
Was her life full of purpose,
Or had it slipped away slowly?

She had dreamed to travel the world,
To dance beneath alien stars,
But money was always scarce.
And then one day, money wasn't the issue—
Time was.

She had all the wealth she had ever dreamed of,
But time to spend it,
There was none.
She worked away her life,
Not knowing each tick of time
Was the sound of her life slipping away.

Only now, down below,
Did she realize her hours were lost.
Her dreams drowned
In deadlines and spreadsheets.

Her bones whitened.
Her name lost.
The work she gave her life to—
Lost on without a farewell.

She longed to savor success,
To sip it like wine.
But never got the opportunity.

Now, as her soul drifted off to the hereafter,
She could hear laughter, bright and free
Souls recalling their children,
Their journeys, their pets,
The love they gave and received.

She sat quietly among them,
Nothing to say.
Only silence.