if i died tomorrow would anyone care
⠀
would the leaf stuck in the gutter
grate finally fall in
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would pining winter finally catch
the elusive hand of spring
⠀
would porch lights come on later
so childhood could play a little longer
⠀
would daylight peek-a-boo clouds
to tell new life it was time to be born
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would my dreams watercolor drain
down the shower as they washed off
the last of me
⠀
would anyone care if i died tomorrow
and the world rose lovelier without me?
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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