What if I didn’t exist
would anything halt its turning
would the space be emptied forever
that I was born to
would the rain feel less welcome
coming to earth near a weathered window
I often looked out through melancholy music
that mimicked the falling water
would hearts be emptied of a hope in me
or merely inflamed by unfamiliar absence
would I rest in the minds of friends
or course about somnambulant
would the land that takes me in
wait eternally outside the vault
last rampart of a conjuring ego
that alienated me from earth
and when the sun laughs over my grave
with its brilliantly painful light
will it filter down where I was last seen
before sundown and the onset of night