Without me.

What if I didn't exist
and the world turned without me.
Would the snow be white and winter cold?
Would my son be young and my father old?
What would be: left or left and would right be wright?
Would you be blogging on this site?
Who would you be holding tight?
But I do exist.
The world turns just the same,
not especially for me.
And in the snow I write your name, you see?
My son is beautiful, my father died,
I look left and I look right.
While on the blog,
I hold you tight.
I kiss you good night.