Missing.

You cant stop the fire, you wont say the words. Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up, and, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know.  

Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...?

I breathe deep and cry out.

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