Will You?

Will you mourn when I leave this world--smile unhinged,
veneer cracking, crashing to the white, Lysol-scented linoleum?

Will you miss the sleepless nights, the thrashing turmoil ...
that dreaded phone call giving you the final update?

Will you conjure me hopeful and blushing, veiled in white,
or pained and pale in my pink polka-dotted shroud?

Will you thirst for me after I'm gone, your heart parched in the night,
or will you drink deeply from the well before I am dust?

"Will you remember me?" I whisper. Tears stain your cheeks
as you take hold of my wasted hand, reading my mind.

"I will love you forever," are the final words I hear
as I close my eyes for the last time. I smile, knowing you will.