Whether I get up tomorrow
or whether I don’t,
will the universe care?
The answer to that question
I do not know.
I will not be around
looking down
from above
or will be looking
in the rear view mirror
at the receding road to check
if someone steps to the podium
to read a eulogy.
What I do know
is that you
who sleeps next to me
in the wee hours of the morning
with a Mona Lisa smile
spread across the lips
while admiring the colors of
blooming Petunias in your dreams,
will.
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