Suppose
If I died tomorrow
would you think of me?
And what would you think
of the girl who keeps to herself?
That isn’t the best
or the worst at anything?
Whose name never crossed your mind,
but is now everything anyone talks about?
Would you still laugh at me?
Would you feel guilty now that I was dead?
Who would cry
and who would die a little inside?
How would you remember me?
Would you attend my funeral?
What would you think
after you read my life’s story
from the booklet with my picture on it?
Would you call it a tragedy,
my being so young?
If I die tomorrow,
the world may stop.
For a day,
a minute,
a second,
before it regains its composure and
begins to spin again.
When would you forget?
