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Who Really Cares

Writer's picture: Nemi Nemi

Who really cares…

Who misses us when we’re not there

Is it the wind that whispers our name

Or the silence that settles in our chair

Do the stars take roll call

Counting who's missing, who's fallen, who's gone

Does the moon dim its glow

For the absence of one

Tell me, who really notices the void we leave

Is it just the dust on the shelf that grieves

Does the clock skip a beat

Or the world keep its time

When we fade from the frame

Do we linger in their minds

They say we all leave footprints in the sand

But what if the tide’s too impatient to stand

What if the waves erase our trace

And the shore forgets the curve of our face

Who really misses us

Do they feel the weight of our space

Or is it just a fleeting ache

A passing thought they can't quite place

See, we crave to be seen

To be felt, to be known

To have someone call our absence home

But what if the answer’s not "who," but "when"

Not "who will care," but "will you begin"

Because maybe the question isn’t theirs to bear

Maybe it’s us—do we really care

Do we leave the kind of mark that sticks

Or let love slip through our fingers like a magic trick

So, who really misses us, when we’re not there

Maybe it’s the ones who shared our air

The ones who know the rhythm of our laugh

The ones who would follow our broken path

But maybe, just maybe, the one we seek

The care, the miss, the love we need

Starts in the mirror, in the eyes we meet

Because the first to care has to be me

So I ask again

Who really cares, who misses us, when we’re not there

The answer’s not a name

It’s the heart that dares



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