I’d like to think it’d mean something. That you’d stop and think about that time I made you laugh. Perhaps you’d consider something I said with a little more importance. On just how amazing you are. And how it is you are a light.
You won’t though.
Because I never mattered enough for those things to be regarded with any credibility.
My passing will have no more affect on anything than my living does now.
So it makes no difference.