If I was found lying,
Would you kiss me?
Would your rough ****** hairs brush my lips after skipping shaves?
Would you mourn my still body,
Lying in the glass casket?
Would your eyes speak of pain,
And your lips whisper that you still loved me?
Would you hold my hand in one of yours, and in your other hand would you touch my chilled face?
Would you lean down to kiss me again,
But this time…
Will I wake?