Sparkatale

When I'm gone,
Will people notice?
They'll laugh and 
Carry on,
Like life had never changed.
And for them
It hasn't,
Only I will feel
The difference.
Trapped in the
Afterlife,
Waiting for them to realize
That I'm gone.
Then maybe
I can be at peace
And leave that blasted afterlife,
To meet others
I hadn't realized
Were gone.