The Atrium

What If

What if I went out the door?

And never saw my face again.

The car crashed, and glass littered the road.

I became nothing but a notion swirling in your head

Could you move on in this life.

Until very moment you became dead.

What if I became a picture on the shelf?

A reminder of a good time,

A bitter tasteful reminder of my demise.

Would you become frozen in place as life flies by?

You turn old and gray, locked in a shell

As everyone watches you slowly die.

What if I am not there when you wake up in bed?

And the absence of my warmth is unbearable?

My voice does not echo off the walls

Nor does it through your ears.

Could you find the strength?

To carry on throughout the coming years.