Friday, 18 September 2015

When?



When I am no longer here
Will you miss me?
How long will it take you to realise I have gone?
Like an imprint in the sand,
Water will wash over and erase the memory

When I am no longer here
How quickly will you fill the void?
A cup of tea and some biscuits should do it
Must hurry along now
Have a very busy schedule dontcha know?

When I am no longer here
Will you breathe a sigh of relief?
As though an irritant has been removed
That perturbed the oyster
And a sense of contentment ensues

When I am no longer here
Will you regret having known me?
Was I a waste of resources?
That took the place of a deserving soul
Of that, I will never know

Simone Whipp 2015

10 comments:

John Gray said...

Oh dear x

Marigold Jam said...

Oh dear - sorry to read this post and to think that this might be about you? Surely not? We are all each and every one of us of value in the world coming as we do with our many and various attributes.

Lisa said...

What a perfect little raindrop on that leaf.
Those words make me sad, everyone has someone who would miss them.
Lisa x

Ethel Johnson said...

That's too sad :(
xx

Rosie said...

Heart wrenching writing Simone, I think we all feel that 'why are we here' feeling sometimes even the most confident of us, I know I often question myself. I hope if these words reflect how you are feeling at the moment, that you will be reassured that you would be missed very much by those that love you. As Lisa (above) says everyone has someone who would miss them, take carexxxx

Judy Hartman said...

Very melancholy indeed, Simone, but beautifully written. Take care, my friend.xx

Gillian said...

I am very sure you would be missed if you were gone.

sharon said...

Once again you've touched us, Simone. How could your photo be more lovely? Black and white speaks volumes.
How perfectly chosen your words are. How blessed we are to be a part of this technological connection which allows me to reach out and pull you into a group hug. You have captured in just a few short verses what each of us ponders at times. You are not alone. We are here. Your fibers are inextricably woven into my self tapestry., today and forever.
Sending you love for a brighter week ahead.

Jennifer Richardson said...

Love and light and fresh lift to dear, irreplaceable you:)
You are thoroughly loved and seen and safe and
altogether beautiful.
And you write so tenderly and well of the aloneness we sometimes
feel.
Thanks for being such a brave and brilliant soul:)
-Jennifer

Anne Butera said...

Beautiful, haunting and sad, Simone.