Yellow Roses and Giant Sunflowers



What would you say about me when I'm gone?

Would your words be kind but with malice lurking inside the undertone?

Would you smile? Weep? Angry? Glad?

Would you put my memories away with my remains? My gifts?

Would you bury our laughter? Our inside jokes?

Would your day be just like any other day? The sun would shine so brightly, quite like today, and would you march outside and do everything according to your routine and plans?

Would lunch still be on? What about your dinner?

Would you tell your significant other? Would your tell your Mom? Your Dad?

Would the mistakes I made be forgiven? Would the pain I caused be forgotten?

Would you remember me at all?

When I die, would you bring me yellow roses and giant sunflowers?

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