If I end up dead by tomorrow, how’s it gonna be?
Will the birds keep on singing like how they sang with me?
Or for once will they watch silently as sleepy policemen put a line around my apartment at five in the morning?
If I end up dead by tomorrow, will it rain? Will the heavens weep? Will breakfast taste any less?
Or will the sun rise beautifully as the old man enjoys a good cup of coffee?
Will they cover me with a blanket? Of what color? Newspapers? Will they cover me at all?
If I end up dead by tomorrow, will I be light to carry?
What will happen to the weight I had on me?
Will they play my favorite song? I have the CD on the counter. I wrote the track number on the board.
If I end up dead by tomorrow, what’s it to remember of today?
I ran away, will that be okay?
If I’ve always smiled the brightest, what would they recall?
If I end up dead by tomorrow, would you know? -aB