I wonder though, if when I die, it'll be like this. I wonder if people will cry when they add my name to the list of people to pray for. I wonder if anyone wil burst into tears whenever they see something that reminds them of me.
Will they?
-12/4/14
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
