Would the sun still shine?

Would the rain still fall?

Would the wind still blow?

Would the flowers still grow?

Yes. Life would still go on.

But my bed would be empty.

Your laughter would vanish.

And your smell would wash out of your clothes.

The clock would keep ticking.

The earth would keep spinning.

But my heart would be filled with pure sadness.

The sun will still rise in the east.

And set in the west.

And the planes will still fly in the sky.

But my heart would be broken.

And I don’t want to know what that’s like.