Mortuary

I'm going to die
eventually.
It's only a matter of
time.

Will I be missed?
Have I left a mark?
What is the ripple's depth of
my life?

It's not personal.
It happens to the best of us.
It's inevitable

Will you cry?
Will your heart ache?
Will it matter?

Just another drama,
Disposed at the end
into the recycling bin.

The end
of life?
Is that even possible?

Distance creating
a void in the space
where I used to be.

Where do I end and you begin?
Will you say goodbye?
I love you.

Fair well.

A.C.