Would you go
Through my room
See the paper, pens
Mugs, photos,
Wires, boxes
Towels, buttons
And would they hurt
The pencils, socks,
Hangers, dirty shirt
That I had since forgotten ?
If I died tomorrow
Would you cancel all my plans,
All my post it notes
Reminders, memos
Of things I'll never go to
Scattered
Piercing yellow
A paper trail of hopes
Tracing bursting shelves
Would you pull them off
To crumple?
If I died tomorrow
Would you read through all my things
Read my notepads, diaries
Emails, poems
Stories now.
Myths and legend
You understand.
If I died tomorrow
Would you discover
Who I am?
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