… And if I cease to exist tomorrow I wonder what I would leave behind Not a great friendship That stood the test of time Not an honest, kind word That touched someone’s life Not experiences that float Like balloons in the sky Not too many instances of genuine feeling Laughter, love, awe or joy Not anything at all To speak for my time here spent If I cease to exist tomorrow Would I take time to repent? … And if I cease to exist tomorrow There won’t be much to discuss or say On how kind I was as a person or a friend Because I wasn’t… on any given day And I can just imagine the conversation among The ones who’ll show up, a few “I can just remember her By the things she used to do The music, the writing & the rhymes” And I wonder if I would change in time If I’m not around tomorrow Is it ok to be glad that everyone would be just fine? … And if I cease to exist tomorrow Would it matter… at all? In a life of confusion, decisions, turmoil Would I want to do more when it comes to the final call? Not all of us are made to give… Not all of us are ‘good’ & while I know what I have done When I go, will I leave a wake of could’ s & should? The things I write out of habit To make sense of it all Are the only things I’ll have to show Before my final fall And if I cease to exist tomorrow Look back at my prose, stories & rhymes. Since all said & done, That’s all I would leave behind.