Regardless of the fact that I will die like everything on this Earth
And my body will become fertilizer for the trees
Or
Some of it will stick in the tires of cars
Or
Maybe hungry birds will crave pieces of meat and attack my body with their beaks
I will become abandoned rubble
Brooms will kick me from one garbage can to another
I say:
Despite all the bad thoughts that may grow in my head
If I didn’t love you, would I survive?