I really rather doubt it.

It's about being (or not being) missed

Will you miss me
When I’m gone?…
I really rather
Doubt it.

Will you miss
What used to be
Once you’ve gone
 A while without it?

Will you miss my words
My painful prose
My labored rhymes
I tried to pose?

Or will you even
Know I’ve gone
And if so, will you
Even care?

Will you miss
The laughs, the virtual hugs…
the  words and phrases
That we used to share

The kind comments full..
Of lavish praises
For poems cast out
In the blue nowhere


I really rather doubt it!