someday when I die
if my thoughts continue on
without a body or being
I often wonder if
my postconsciousness
will still think of you
will you be the last thought
the final breath I draw
guiding me to the stars
a voice whispering
I'm good and still loved
if you are engraved
into my very soul
impossible for me to wash off
or remove
I'll die haunted
by the person you are
the things we never were
a lobotomy can't fix me
you will still exist
even when my heart stops beating
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
someday when I die
if my thoughts continue on
without a body or being
I often wonder if
my postconsciousness
will still think of you
will you be the last thought
the final breath I draw
guiding me to the stars
a voice whispering
I'm good and still loved
if you are engraved
into my very soul
impossible for me to wash off
or remove
I'll die haunted
by the person you are
the things we never were
a lobotomy can't fix me
you will still exist
even when my heart stops beating