I
just
want to
know that
if I died tonight
who would cry tomorrow
who would stand in the cold and
listen to the minister speak on my behalf
who would write letters to my parents, apologizing
who would leave bouquets of pretty flowers at my tombstone
who would stand tall, sturdy as stone and suffer in silence
who would morn for a day then go about their lives
who would see it in the obituaries and shrug
who would only notice after a month
or three or twelve or seventeen
how many strangers
wouldn't care?
I wonder.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
I
just
want to
know that
if I died tonight
who would cry tomorrow
who would stand in the cold and
listen to the minister speak on my behalf
who would write letters to my parents, apologizing
who would leave bouquets of pretty flowers at my tombstone
who would stand tall, sturdy as stone and suffer in silence
who would morn for a day then go about their lives
who would see it in the obituaries and shrug
who would only notice after a month
or three or twelve or seventeen
how many strangers
wouldn't care?
I wonder.
© Jasmine Peteran 2013
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