Will you feel me,
when you no longer touch my skin?
Will you see me when you
no longer look in my eyes?
Will you hear me,
as I softly cry myself to sleep?
Will you miss me,
when I silently disappear?
Will you remember my smile,
as it once lit up this room?
Will you recall my voice,
when it no longer speaks your name?
Will there be something in the back of your mind,
that pulls you back to this place?
Will you wonder where
I have gone, when I am gone?
Will you regret,
that you took me for granted?
Will you forget,
that I feel everything you say?
Will my memory touch
any part of the world where you now live?
Will my role
in all of this be done?
Will there be pieces of me that linger with you?
like the taste that stays on your tongue?
Or will you simply rise from the table,
an empty plate left behind?
*about the way we move through the lives of others*
For dVersepoets.com OpenLinkNight ~ Week 22