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If I Were Gone
I walk while all of you rush past,
A spinning carousel too fast;
I reach for you through sudden vertigo,
But lose my balance as I go.
I try to speak, but laughter grows,
So I hold back what no one knows.
I sing on loop, a quiet refrain,
You call me strange, a passing name.
Look at these eyes: red, worn, and dry,
These rough hands asking softly why.
My fingers lined with calloused skin,
From holding tight to silent pain.
Each day I fade a little more,
Like distant waves along the shore;
And if one day I’m truly gone,
Would you turn back... or just move on?
