If I die tomorrow
would you
miss me?
Would you miss
the dance of my naked footsteps
on the cold wooden floor
Would you miss
my voice
in your ears
Would you miss
getting lost
in my coffee pool eyes
Would you miss
my laugh
echoing through your heart
Will you miss
the way
the rise
and
the fall
of my chest quickens
when you’re near
Will you miss
how I tug
at your heart strings
with such ease
or how easily
you tug
at mine
Would you miss
the taste of spices
on my skin
from turning my empty house
into a home
whenever I cooked
for you
Would you miss
my Ying
to your Yang
Will there be
an empty space
in your heart
from all the times
I rested
my ear against you
to listen
to the song
that
your heart sings
Will there be
an empty space
in your heart
your heart
where you keep
a special place
for me
and
what about your mind?
Will it be
the same
when I’m gone
or
Will you always
remember the nights
we spent
talking about
our true selves
and
how we’ll
take over the
world
and
dreamed about
having skinny feet
together
Will you remember
That
your eyes
are
my favorite color
That
your “hello”
is
my favorite sound
That
your warmth
is
my favorite feeling
Will you miss
me
the way
I already miss you?
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