My Greatest Fear
The hardest thing to do in life is admit your afraid.
At least its comfortable
here in my final resting place
with silk sheets around me
my best dress on with fancy shoes
Outside must be my friends
and loved ones saying goodbye
my love showing his usually hidden tears
remembering good times past
This at least brings some comfort.
The knowledge that my friends mourn for me
proves they loved me in life and...
They must have loved me.
The priest is still talking.
Why doesn’t he let others speak?
I hear no stories of my life
or memories of my laugh.
Nothing
no tears
no cries of despair
or moment of silence from the space above.
Why were there no tears?
My brave friends must be holding them
Fighting the temptation to show weakness.
Then the preachers ends his speech.
All is silent.
I hear only one set of footsteps
walking away from the space overhead.
No more.
No memories to stay with me
No one even noticing my absence.
I am alone.
I am forgotten.
I am gone.
