The Sad Laugh
Will you cry at my funeral? Will you eulogise me with kind words? Will you send my family some money for their troubles? Will you put my image as your profile photo on Social media? Will you gather up with other mutual friends to share those nice memories about me? Will you view my lifeless body at the morgue? Will you buy the freshest of roses that I will never see? Will you have moments of silence to just think about me? Will you feel pity at my daughter for being left motherless? Will you curse that I died with your debt? Will you wish you were a better friend while I was alive? Will you wish you had picked my call when I last called you before my demise? How long will it take you to forget me after I am gone? These are questions that I found myself asking an imaginary friend in my head. I sat and thought about the people I interact with, the people I laugh with, the people I often call and I wondered what kind of friends, acquintances and loved ones that I have. I