Sonny

the girl next to me

in the room we share

wouldn’t make a noise;

to her, im nothing

and will be forever.

those across the hall

wouldn’t find out, for

if i were to cease

communications,

death would be soundless.

the boy in my phone

wouldnt find out, for

we exist for each

other, no one will know

our bond; he was mine.

and for family

they would find out soon

for once my calls end

they would all know as

they have loved me best.

silently i’d drift

from the minds of those

I once knew and loved.

to be forgotten

is fear yet comfort.