One day,
Where I no longer roam.
Would you miss me?
Call out my name to the space that lays in front of your eyes?
Would I haunt your mind, like you do mine?
When that day comes
Is it comfort you will come to find?
Or, hatred that would seek you blind?
Your words that touch the crevices of my heart,
Empty, all of it barren.
Promises unkept.
You tug me in – Greed.
Your stare blank.
Words that seep into my skin like poison.
Won’t you tell me how you really feel?
Whether it be tomorrow or in 10 long years.
Or will it only come once I wane?
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 10:51 AM UTC
One day,
Where I no longer roam.
Would you miss me?
Call out my name to the space that lays in front of your eyes?
Would I haunt your mind, like you do mine?
When that day comes
Is it comfort you will come to find?
Or, hatred that would seek you blind?
Your words that touch the crevices of my heart,
Empty, all of it barren.
Promises unkept.
You tug me in – Greed.
Your stare blank.
Words that seep into my skin like poison.
Won’t you tell me how you really feel?
Whether it be tomorrow or in 10 long years.
Or will it only come once I wane?
- 18.03.2026
