When I’m not there,
Would someone care,
And notice that I’m gone?

Would someone think of me?
Miss me?
And if so, who?

Would someone do anything just to hear me,
With that voice like the waves of the salty sea?
Would they stack a gazillion files,
Just to reach me on my mountain to see my smile?

Would someone’s chest be an empty black void,
And feel like they’re being toyed?
Cause I’m gone, not there,
For them to smile at and stare.

And when I'm there,
Which one of them would care,
And have a glow so bright,
That could light up the darkest night?

But who?
And if there was someone,
Would I think of them like that too?

It’s crazy how a moment with you,
The ones that has no rhyme or tune,
Can turn into a memory.
And how that happens is a mystery.

One second we were in the moment,
And the next I could only lament.

I stepped foot in the bookstore,
Shelves upon shelves filled with books.
I ran to explore
The books pretty looks.

One caught my eye,
The one I always wanted!
But I can't lie,
It's pretty expensive, and I feel like the price is haunted!

But I bought it anyway.
I wouldn't skip a chance to leave it alone.
I ended the day,
With purchasing a book I've always known.

I flipped it's delicate pages,
It's smooth texture rubbing against my hands.
With words that can make me waste ages,
And making me want to stay in that land.

A good read I must say,
But...

I found the same book online.
Although it had some tears,
The price was quite fine.
It could save me a ton for years.
An offer I could not decline.

Arghh!
If only I bought that one instead...
Oh, well.

Two friends sat together,
In a field full of feathers.
One as sweet as a berry,
The other ever so cheery.

The two were very close,
And both thought that mice were gross
Having seen one on their toast.

They were like peas in a pod,
Some thought they were odd.
But they didn't care.
They'll just give them a stare.

But one day,
That all changed.

The two never joke.
Actually, they never spoke.
Not even a glance.
They're not gonna take that chance.

But the field is still there,
Now it lay bare.
The white feathers gone,
Leaving a thin yellow lawn.