One day you'll come back. To see what has become of the mess. | Every Day Poems

One day you'll come back.

To see what has become of the mess.

To know if exhaustion got the best of him and did he finally forget you?

As you shuffle through your memories of him, you will find what seek.

You will remember when you met him.
You'll remember when you left him.

You will find his craziness, his soaring sighs
You will find everything he ever said to the coldness of your eyes.

And how you dread him, bled him.
How you never stopped him or asked him.
How you never ask, how you only tell.

But there will be no shape of him, no living proof of him, no face of him, only ache of him.

But let me make it easier, let me give you a sign:

Wherever he is, he thinks of you, today, tomorrow and till the rest of his time.


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