Is It An Empty Room?

We walk and talk
We ride the waves
Our eyes light up
And we feel the wind against us
Our hearts fill with joy
As a loved one caresses our faces
...and then we're gone

At the rememberance
People stand
People weep
People speculate

Is it heaven?
Or is it hell?
Or is it something more fearful?
Is it lonely?
Like an empty room?
Or is it rot?
Is it happy?
Or is it sad?
Is it here?
Or is it there?
Is it anywhere?
Does it even exist?
Or is it just
An empty room?

A room without a chair?
A car without tires?
Could it be a kitchen
Without fire?
Is there sound?
Or is it silent?
Is it everyone?
Or is it seclusion?
Is Death just an empty room?