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 ]