Will you visit my grave
when I’m dead and gone?
Will you keep my memory alive
or will I be lost and forgotten?
Will my name be spoken in songs
and poems for decades to come
Or will it die with a whisper
Barely more than a crumb
Will my family come to my funeral?
Will my friends say goodbye?
Or will I die alone
Ready to take flight
Will I see my love
In the afterlife?
Or will there be nothing?
No color, no light
Will it be the end
when I’m dead and gone?
Or a new beginning
waiting to be born?
- Katie Rose Waechter