I used to wonder
when we die out
do we just disappear
or do we go out with a bang
leaving an unknown dark hole
gaping in our soul?
do we cry
as our little light
gets blown out
without a fight
do we cherish
or do we curse
do you flourish
knowing what you just escaped?
do I become the wind
that caresses your hair
all the while to stop wondering
are you doing fine
or are you also feeling blue
wondering if
even in your greatest time
isn't your heart hollow too?
