I’ll still return to haunt the dreams
Of those I’ve loved and who’ve loved me
secretly wanting to rip at the seams
they’ll fall to grief and I guarantee
they’ll cry
and cry
and wonder why
it had to be like this
Wasn’t I only joking?
Couldn’t I just resist?

I hope that at least, they’ll reminisce
hazy days spent in the sun
laughter and bliss
the scent of ***
bad music
and even worse poetry