It’s always about if you were gone.
If you’d be away with the wind, never for me to see again.

But have you thought about the emptiness if I went first?
My hesitant touch of comfort turned ghostly
The hollowness that remains when my presence is unfound
Or the haunting silence that replaces my laughter –

Would you finally look into my tears and cries
When I’m the first to be six feet under?