you are not
just a tiny dot on this planet,
on this universe
even though some days it may feel that way
you
are so much more
imagine;
existence erased, end of a pencil, cleaning up any trace of you, a human life, gone
no bits or pieces, everything you made or will make or create or do or say
gone
do you know
the impact?
gone
people met mutually through you, never met
sentences unspoken
days not brightened
friends and family not knowing they're missing a piece, a piece of the puzzle, their puzzle
not realizing they had such a wonderful person in another life
gone
imagine the impact
people, personalities, decisions, minuscule or enormous
everything different
because of
you
you are not just a speck
you
are
a
lifetime
[ i do not do poems, for i stink at them. i have gotten into a poem mood because of the school literary magazine club in which i am in. thought i might see all of the thoughts on this, maybe i'll submit it? idk. i don't do poems ]