Tuesday 1 March 2022

Indebted

Would you know, and it may be pointless too
If I faded away, didn't rise one dawn, sudden
You wait knowing, I would intrude, as always
Then wait to find nothing, for days and days
Would your mind want to know, investigate?
Where someone so much in love had faded?
Would it be good riddance, to my intrusions?
Or would you at the very least say a prayer?
I know it is ungrateful of me, to even think
For just your thoughts should be good enough
Mine, about you maybe even uttering my name
Should make me feel blessed twice as much




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