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Do you think that you would miss me?
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Free Verse Would you miss me?
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I no longer existed.
Would the world continue spinning just the same as it always has or does it spin a little differently every time someone leaves? Does the earth yearn for the lives that take place on its surface? Does it feel the absence of a life that has ended? Do you think the earth would miss me?
What about my house or the buildings that surround me? Can their walls feel my heart beating? Can the floors beneath my feet feel me when I stand upon them? Would they miss me if the pressure ceased? Do you think the walls would miss me?
What about the strangers all around me? There are so many of them and only one of me, but do they recognize my face and would it matter if they could no longer see it? Even though they don’t know me, do you think they take a little piece of me with them when they pass? Do you think they would miss me?
What about my friends? Can they recognize the sound of my breath or how my laughter feels in the air around them? Would they miss the chances they had to give me their hand when I reached out with mine? Would they realize the opportunities they had missed in the first place? Do you think my friends would miss me?
What about my parents and my brother and my sister? Do you think they would have behaved differently if they knew what they had done to me? Are they already accustomed to my absence? Do you think they would be able to tell the exact moment that my absence was made permanent? Do you think my family would miss me?
The truth is that I don’t think that I would miss me. Sometimes I can’t feel the earth spinning because it seems like everything is stuck at a standstill. Sometimes I can’t feel my heart beating or my feet colliding with the floor. Sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I don’t recognize my own face and I feel like all the pieces of me have been taken. Sometimes, I feel like I have nothing left, and I can’t feel myself breathing or remember how my laughter once filled the air.
I will certainly never forget the moments I was left with my hand stretched out and how each time it went ungrasped, I felt a little more absent than before. And you see, I can’t miss something I can’t feel and I can’t unfeel something I have felt.
So that leaves just you to decide:
Do you think that you would miss me?
