where for art thou?

I walk in the valley of the shadow of life
and when I trespass death I look back,
look beyond and wonder how I got here
so young, unexpectedly, without prompting
from the other side. Late at night I hear them
calling, not my name, never giving instructions,
nothing specific like that, just the sound of their voices
which echo when I turn my head, all together now
in harmonic convergence
as if all those I have lost and all those I am
about to lose have come together from this day forth
until death do us come together.