If Only For that Moment (Revision)

Written after a friend's beloved father's eulogy

Sitting here, thinking,
musing,
wondering to myself,
if I should suddenly vanish
or slowly fade away,
how nice it would be if someone noticed
that I was no longer there.

If I left this place,
wouldn't it be nice if
every little while or so,
in a time of quiet reflection or
maybe in the afterglow of a very good day,
someone smiled,
thinking about me
and wondered how I was doing,
and wished,
if only for that moment,
I was still there.