I
just
want to
know that
I fi 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, apolagizing,
Who would leave bouquets of  pretty flowers at my tombstone
Who would stand tall, sturdy as stone, and suffer in silence
Who would mourn for a day then go on about their lives
Who would see it in the obituaries and only shrug
Who would only notice it after a month,
or three or twelve or eighteen
How many strangers
wouldn't care....
I wonder.....