It Depends

When we die we become nothingness
We were enjoying a few smokes
Our talk was simple
Someone brought beer
We drank until sundown

The clouds are blue and
     the sky is white
I kept enjoying the atmosphere
I had a small radio that worked
     on batteries
I played some classical music

Sometimes I'm alone
Sometimes I'm with friends
In the first stanza of this
     poem I was with friends
In the second I was alone