The Day that I Died

The day that I died I thought of you.

I wondered if you had thought of me too.

How would you feel when you heard the news?

Sad? Relieved? Guilty? Free?

Would you come to my funeral and mourn your loss?

Cry for me and all that we never had the chance to be,

Say all the words that you never got to say,

Do all the things you never thought to do?

Or would you not come at all?

Would you be glad that I was gone,

Pretend that I was no one,

And carry on living like nothing had changed?

The day that I died I had you on my mind.

But I couldn’t be further from yours.