Would you cry?
How often would you think of me, of the times we were together?
Would you pretend to hold me in your arms and whisper 'it's alright,' just like you always had before?
Would you dream of me, or of where I'd be, maybe convince yourself that I would be watching over you right then and there?
How would you make yourself feel better?
How could you get through the day?
Would you let yourself smile? Would you tell yourself that it's okay?
Would it be okay?
If I were gone for a while...just for a while, not too long. If I promised to be back? What then? Could you make it? Would that give you strength? Would it, could it, be enough? Could you live a long, healthy life and meet me at the end? Would you have the strength to make it through?
Could you love me enough to say goodbye?
After all, goodbyes never last forever.
