Would you?

 If the sun rose tomorrow and with it, I did not, would you and your heart weep?

Would you search the earth for me? Would your hands have the strength to dig deep?

If the winds blew but did not carry with them my words to you through the skies,

Would you grow wings to search from above, having the courage to never close your eyes?

If the words I once wrote to you, seemed to have lost their meaning or their rhyme,

Would your heart know it was all enough, the simple measure of time?

If I were to leave on life’s final journey, which would be my ending trial,

Would you walk along side me, hand in hand, in comfort along the final mile?

Could you say to yourself that the love you felt was fully expressed and truly shown?

Would you believe I felt your touch, words and love to the very end in each single bone?

Would you know in your being that you did all that you could do from start to end?

Or would you question yourself and ask if you had lived up to the task of being my friend?