I have always wondered how people would react upon my death.
Would they spare a second to frown?
Would they cry?
Would they scream?
Would they throw their possessions in anger?
Would they sing for me?
Would they remember my voice as a voice of reason?
Would they see my face in the stars?
Will I be remembered?
Would I be remembered as the girl that got away
From life, as though it were an old love.
Would old tales get told to my children, my grandchildren?
Would people laugh at my humility like they laugh at my stupidity today?
Would they love me like I long for today?