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unread letter -mourn me

I don't want to hurt you
or leave you hurting
or feel hurt because of me

But, baby, if I were to leave
Mourn me
at least a little bit

I want you to taste my lips
and miss my embrace
I want you to have convesations
with me
in your head
because i am not there anymore
I want you to feel
the fact that i am gone
at least that how will you
honor my feelings for you

I want you to not be able to tell
a certain joke
because that would remind you of how much
i laughed
and my laugh
of my laugh
you liked to make me laugh

I want you to not be able to a certain bench
because
that would remind you of how I hold you
when you were sad
You were sad
and I was there for you
and you liked that i can be there for you

I want you not to be able to smoke
a certain brand of ciggars
because that s what i smoked
and the taste of them would remind you
the taste of me

I want you to pass by a girl
and smell coconuts
and turn around hoping that
it was me passing by.

Mourn me.


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