No One Would Miss Me

My journey through life is nearly over;
even tho, I know my soul lives on;
while my body decomposes in clover;
will others miss me; when I’m gone?

My life seems to be of little consequence;
it almost seems vain and petty;
most of my life; I lacked confidence;
as for dying; I’m just not ready.

I have loved and lost; many a time;
a new woman caught my eye;
I am in love with a dream, sublime;
and I will be; until I die.

Tho I dream of becoming united;
I’m not too blind to see;
my new love is totally unrequited;
and it wasn’t meant to be.

I can feel the energy of passionate love;
flowing within my soul;
I feel that we’ve met in the garden, above;
tho my body has taken its toll.

I can feel my deep love flowing out;
it’s clear that I’ll never learn;
my river of love has suffered a drought;
with no sign it will ever return.

I’ve become dried up wallpaper on the wall;
no woman would ever kiss me;
my passing will be noticed, by no one at all;
it’s obvious, no one would miss me.

Monty 10/1/24. # 2,368