Obsolete: Aren't We All?

If I were to die

What woes would I leave behind?

Or smirks behind their hands?

Relief that the denial of their hatred can end

They'll meet for drinks and swap war stories of the times I'd talk and never shut up

“God forbid you forget and ask 'How are you?'“

“I wanted to rip my own throat out!”

“I felt like an animal in a trap, ready to gnaw my leg off to get way!”

Shrieks of knowing laughter.

Others mouths will hang a gap

Dumbfounded

“She was always laughing. I loved that about her the most.”

“She was the happiest person I knew.”

“She could make me laugh until I cried. I loved the sight of her.”

Then the weeping will begin.

A few will rage.

“Selfish b***h!”

“How could she do this to me?!”

“She knew how much I loved her! How could she leave me!?!”

A fist through the bedroom wall.

Others will care not at all.

Most will care not at all.

A mess to clean up

A bank account to close

Phone calls. God, so many phone calls to make.

And then done. Forgotten in the wake of life that effortlessly moves on.

And here I thought I was important.

It turns out I was wrong. 

Reviews

[SamanthaMarie]

Isn't it horrible, how quickly us humans adjust to death of a loved one? It's scary to think, that if I died tomorrow, 99.9% of the population wouldn't even stop to care.

[HopeOrHorror]

For me it's not so much scary as completely understandable. Life moves too fast for us to really stop and grieve for anything. Also, for me, one of my greatest fears is not actually having ever mattered to anyone.
Thanks for reading!

[SamanthaMarie]

No problem. There is always someone that you mattered a little more to than you realize.