I died yesterday.
I will die today.
I've been dying
since I was born.
Every memory I have
lies six feet under me
a dead man lived them
not me.
Everything I've ever experienced
all the tooth ache,
heart ache,
even the smell of my arm pit
when I didn't shower
for a week.
Everyone I've interacted with
everyone I will interact with
has and will be talking
to a dead man
although I look forward
for tomorrow's black tea.
The person who just wrote this
is about to die
but don't you tear up now
because that person has changed
even if only
a little.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 9:58 PM UTC
I died yesterday.
I will die today.
I've been dying
since I was born.
Every memory I have
lies six feet under me
a dead man lived them
not me.
Everything I've ever experienced
all the tooth ache,
heart ache,
even the smell of my arm pit
when I didn't shower
for a week.
Everyone I've interacted with
everyone I will interact with
has and will be talking
to a dead man
although I look forward
for tomorrow's black tea.
The person who just wrote this
is about to die
but don't you tear up now
because that person has changed
even if only
a little.
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