Would I know if You Die

Imbued in the moon's silver,
I washed off the midnight's blue.
And sat smoking in the silver darkness,
Like a cactus covered in dew.

My phone buzzed a million times,
Each vibration shaking my core,
Shirt drenched in perspiration,
hands trembling at the door.

That night I lost myself,
To the deamons in my head,
To the skeletons in my closet,
And the monsters under my bed.

All for that stupid little question,
Six simple words made me cry.
How do I answer that little girl's question,
When she asks me :
"would I know if you die "?

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Living in this virtual world, we make friends with strangers and estrange people close to our hearts. This poem is based on a real life incident when one such friend of mine, who I was only connected through the web, about whom no one in my family or friends knew, asked me if she'd get to know if I died the next day. This is sad state of affairs but it is what it is and this peice is just an attempt to convey the horror I felt that night.