I'll wonder if you miss us, that thought itself absurd
I'll wonder if the secrets I've told you since have been left unheard
I'll wonder if there is nothing, just blissful quiet sleep
I'll wonder if all your memories are still yours to keep
I'll wonder if I'll see you in more than just my dreams, that thought alone- sometimes- makes the pain less than it seems.
I wonder can you hear me, my laughter and my cries,
I wonder what happens when somebody dies.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
I'll wonder if you miss us, that thought itself absurd
I'll wonder if the secrets I've told you since have been left unheard
I'll wonder if there is nothing, just blissful quiet sleep
I'll wonder if all your memories are still yours to keep
I'll wonder if I'll see you in more than just my dreams, that thought alone- sometimes- makes the pain less than it seems.
I wonder can you hear me, my laughter and my cries,
I wonder what happens when somebody dies.
Request permission to use this poem