What if I disappeared again?
Would anyone notice?
Would someone stop and wonder where I'd gone?
Would anyone wait for me a little longer than they should, hoping I'd come back?
Would they ask around, hoping someone had seen me?
Would they ask about me when the silence became too loud?
Would they miss the way I talked too much—the endless rambling they always find annoying, yet somehow grew used to?
Would they miss my messages, my voice, my laughter?
Would they miss my presence woven into their ordinary days, or the little things I never thought mattered?
Or would life simply go on, unchanged?
And if I never came back...
If one day I was gone for good...
Would anyone cry for me?
Would anyone cry when they remembered me?
