Thoughts of the night

Afterthought

I was once an afterthought

an invisible soul.

I was once forgotten

a distant unknown... being

being what?

Human being? no.

But being just to exist 

and that truly means nothing.

After that night

I'll be the first thought.

Never forgotten,

yet still unspoken

people won't talk, yet

I'll mean something.

But why does it take 

not being,

heart stop beating

blood stop pumping

mouth stop talking

life stop moving...

just to be seen?