And if you didn't exist?
What would I do?
Would I stop and lie down,
curl up in a ball and let it sink it?
Or flee to the edge of the world, keep running and running?
Perhaps I would scream, shriek and explode
into shards of white glass stuck to the floor.
Or maybe I'd freeze, just halt like a statue,
plead and just wait for you to come back.
Neither would do, I know, I'll be patient
I'll wait for the day you cease to exist
and dance
and twirl like a snowflake
and melt, quietly, away.