Poem

Never by MwsR

Never think about me
Never let my name cross your lips.
In death, I’ll matter more.
In death, I’ll be welcomed
Never try to treat me as equal
Never give me courtesy.
In death, I’ll have flowers with beauty
In death, my cries will not bother you.
Never lose any sleep over me
Never any more opportunity to ignore me
In death, I will not seek your attention
In death, things will be different.
Never feel remorse
Never feel bad
In death, I’ll not care
In death, you’ll be no more.