An Old Comfort

After centuries of wandering the world

Seeing what I couldn’t during my life

Without the costs of hotels and flights

Nor the danger of scams or kidnappings

Still eating, however, despite the lack of need

To partake in the joys of life I’ve missed

I finally visited my childhood home

To find everything still as it was

Albeit decayed after so much time

A child’s hand still holding its stuffed animal

A father on the couch, stained red

A mother decomposed in the tub

Culprit(s) never found

Even in this in-between state of life and death

The knowledge will continue to escape

To outrun me throughout the entire world

The search must be abandoned

There will be no closure

The culprit(s) are long dead also

So I grab the stuffed animal from my old body

The same one that comforted me to

Sleep all those years ago

And bring it with me to go

Around the world once more