When I'm gone,

Would you water the weeds growing in the cemented cracks

Would you smile on the mornings that seemed the hardest

Would you dust my books and smell them again..?

When I'm gone,

Would you sing the songs I listened to at night

Would you run away and cry on the empty terrace

Would you smile to yourself every once in a while

Would you count my pills before slipping them into my drink

Would you still

plan on killing me..?

~Nidhi
(SashiAisha)