Poem-A-Day: Carl Adamshick, "Before"

From the Academy of American Poets daily e-newsletter, on March 22 they sent the following verse:

Before
by Carl Adamshick

I always thought death would be like traveling
in a car, moving through the desert,
the earth a little darker than sky at the horizon,
that your life would settle like the end of a day
and you would think of everyone you ever met,
that you would be the invisible passenger,
quiet in the car, moving through the night,
forever, with the beautiful thought of home.

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This afternoon, while cleaning out my inbox from the past week, I stumbled on this short poem, reread it, and suddenly realized how well Adamshick's theme fits into my current project.

Where my poem sits currently, in order to explain issues of loss, I am going to have to show personal definitions of death— plus show the contrasting definitions from Bob's perspective. From that point, the lines will be able to shift in a new direction, avoiding the stalemate situation I find myself currently experiencing.
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More information regarding Carl Adamshick in available at Poets.org.