when you die
who would cry in silence
and who would smile
behind those curtains
who would try
to picture you still alive
who would deny
your own very existence
who would sign
and move on with their life
who would wonder why
and pray for you every night
who would come
to say goodbye
who would remember
all the lies
who would say
I’m glad she died
who would hope
you’d come back
as a butterfly.
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 