If I Was Gone

If I was gone people would pretend they knew me
They would come to the house and annoy my husband.
He would keep the door locked and not let them in
The dog would bark her disapproval.

If I was gone they would tell jokes about me.
They would embellish the truth, so it would be funnier.
I would be sitting in the eaves, listening, 
so I could correct them if any of us got to heaven.

If I was gone they would tear my house apart.
They would burn all of my paintings.
They would dance and sing around the bonfire.
They would debate cleaning my house.

If I was gone I would not care.
I would turn my back on this world
And go tromping into the next one
Or the next life, for I do not think any of us 
Is ever truly gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Bauer Avatar
August 15, 2021 at 11:06 AM
I’m not “pretending to know you,” Caren, but if I were shown this poem and asked to identify the poet, I’d give your name for sure! I so enjoy your take on life and the unique way you have of describing it…
Krutsinger Avatar
August 15, 2021 at 12:01 PM
Ilene, I know that you do know me, and I feel strongly that I know you!
Hankins Avatar
August 14, 2021 at 9:40 PM
Good thinking, Caren. In the end, we will all have the last (or the first) laugh.
Krutsinger Avatar
August 15, 2021 at 12:02 PM
We sure do!
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