IF YOU DIE FIRST
by Robert K. Johnson
will I wake up at midnight sobbing
face-down into my black pillow?
or, up at sunrise, prod my body
through daylong chores in the hope
I keep from exploding into fragments?
or attend a social mixer, chat
with a dozen women all strangers to me
while I try to convince myself
what's taking place is real?
—I have no idea
what I will do if you die first.
Copyright © 2010 by Robert K. Johnson.