How will it be?

When I'm gone,

I know you will miss me...

My kisses, my smile, my voice,

My love for you.

But will you miss

My inner struggles and insecurities?

The fear and doubt seen in my eyes?

Will you be able to carry on

Knowing I can no longer live with life

Or

Will you celebrate my freedom,

Even though the price seems high?

sjj 2/19/2008