There will be no difference to how This is heard. There will be no swell From a photograph to follow, or the sound Of my voice to bring out family members Who haven't been heard from in years. There will be those still around While this was written, but they will have No idea they were here, continuing To watch what it is they do, until they go away For a time from being here. There will be no Time away from knowing there is something Other you could be doing. There will be no one To remind you of this, until eventually this ends And sentiments are asked to return entertained.