What if, what if i never make it out of this alive
I ask her
Would you mourn for me or carry on in ignorance
Not allowing my demise to affect your poise and countenance
She laughs and smiles, flashing her yellow teeth
You’re so fucking fatalistic, she replies
Without truly understanding the word
I push harder. Would you even care if I died?
Followed you around,
Screaming agonised declarations on the afterlife
Would you even care?
She smiled once more.
I would be distraught, she whispers.
And I’m startled to note the sincerity in her voice
Then I scream. Why won’t you fucking love me?
Because, she says, stubbing out a cigarette
On the tabletop, you’re so fucking fatalistic
And our time has passed
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what if she dies first..how can she miss you then, …or will your lives touch in the hereafter again…
FANTASTIC. Great ending. That visual holds me.
Yikes. It is almost as if you are in my head, today.
love the whole feel and flow!