more, less

tell me

if you were to die tonight

would you be proud of yourself

of all the stars you’ve seen

of all the sunsets you’ve felt on your skin

of the music you’ve heard

and of her shoulders you’ve touched

of all those nights that ended

and of all the mornings that finally came

of your smiles

of tears you’ve left behind

or maybe

of your house

of money you’ve spent

of how much and how many

which never has and never will

matter

to me