What If I Died?

What if I died?
What if I ceased?
What if my heart simply stopped?
What if I was stripped of this feeble form?

There are a million ways it could happen
It could claim me any second
And what if it did?

What would my friends do?
What would my family do?
How would the world react
To the absence of a single thread of life?

Most importantly,
What would she do?
What would she think?
How would she feel?

She would be the last to know
And the first to forget

I can't blame her
We haven't spoken for so long

Curse those spiteful angels
That deal out our mortal years
And chose to create that loathseome gap

And cruel are the faries
That hide in the shadows
Waiting to steal away those beautiful moments
And lock them in the hidden vaults of eternity

Without them
I would not even think of such things
If I was sure she would remember
Death would not fill this mind

But perhaps it is healthy
Perhaps it is proper that I should ponder such things

When it is all over
It will not matter how much she thinks of me now
What will matter
Will be what she thinks of me then
Who knows how much time I have
To create that difference?