If you heard I was gone,
you’d forget my name
before doctors declared me dead.
Upon hospital arrival, the chaplain said
I had lost my purpose,
so he prayed for healing
over what I didn’t know.
Even in doubt,
I cast my gaze over us,
fighting who I was,
praying you’d answer the call
before my therapist responded.
When I’m gone,
you’d crack a salty grin,
and take a breath of polluted pride.
You can breathe again.
But I’ve left nothing behind
to forget a goddamn thing about me.
Your ways, you’ll never change
until you realize I’m dying inside.
Your love is alive in me,
so please don’t leave.

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