After my demise

Will your smile fade away once you hear my name

Will you walk away from the places where we made our memories at

Will you look away when you see my face in the photos you clicked not knowing forever meant ephemeral

Will you try to erase my existence to be able to breathe without choking

Would you have my photo on the wall with a beautiful garland you picked after the rainfall

Would you hate the disease that spread like lightning inside me

Will you watch me slipping away from you in your dreams

How long will it take you to remember how to have a heartbeat

When will you untie your tongue to tell my mischief tale

and when you do so, will you always have salt in your eyes

Which day would be worse my birthday or the last time I was able to see the colors of this world?