Would I know if You Die

by Mihir Deshmukh   May 27, 2017

Imbued in the moon's silver,
I washed off the midnight's blue.
And sat smoking in the silver darkness,
Like a cactus covered in dew.

My phone buzzed a million times,
Each vibration shaking my core,
Shirt drenched in perspiration,
hands trembling at the door.

That night I lost myself,
To the deamons in my head,
To the skeletons in my closet,
And the monsters under my bed.

All for that stupid little question,
Six simple words made me cry.
How do I answer that little girl's question,
When she asks me :
"would I know if you die "?


Living in this virtual world, we make friends with strangers and estrange people close to our hearts. This poem is based on a real life incident when one such friend of mine, who I was only connected through the web, about whom no one in my family or friends knew, asked me if she'd get to know if I died the next day. This is sad state of affairs but it is what it is and this peice is just an attempt to convey the horror I felt that night.


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  • 2 years ago

    by gumshuda

    I don't understand why you call me a little girl here... you were as little as I was then. -_-
    But I still don't remember this conversation, I do remember I thought of such questions, but I do not remember asking this to "you".

    • 2 years ago

      by Mihir Deshmukh

      Who said it's for you!? Stop being so presumptuous!!

    • 2 years ago

      by gumshuda

      Oh shut up! You told me so.

  • 3 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    I love that you told us the story behind. I can only imagine that dreadful night of yours! I have many virtual friends too but I can't imagine what sort of things you might be talking about that led her to ask this. This was a great piece!

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