When I'm gone,
Would you water the weeds growing in the cemented cracks
Would you smile on the mornings that seemed the hardest
Would you dust my books and smell them again..?
When I'm gone,
Would you sing the songs I listened to at night
Would you run away and cry on the empty terrace
Would you smile to yourself every once in a while
Would you count my pills before slipping them into my drink
Would you still
plan on killing me..?
~Nidhi
(SashiAisha)
