Will you miss me, when I'm gone?
Will you remember me with songs?
Will your hands replace my face?
Will your arms have someone else to embrace?
When I'm gone, will my scent linger?
And my voice ring in your ears?
Will you reach into your deepest memories of me, to unwrap your deepest fears?
If I leave, will you reach out to me?
Stop me from letting you go?
Will you erase the permanent footprints I leave behind,
Or will you allow them to grow?
While I cannot say I love you,
I can say you've occupied a space in my heart.
When I'm gone, my arms will ache for you,
And my soul will search for the little melodies in a sojg.
When I'm gone, my hands will trace the imaginary lines of your face,
Like a haunting image, a solemn curse. When I'm gone, I'll keep your scent with me,
Bottled up for moonless nights.
And in the silence of my mind,
My thoughts will reach out to you.
They will be permanently sealed in my memory,
Because you'll be gone, for me to never find.
9:53 a.m. - 2018-03-28
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