you.

I‘ve spent hours 

contemplating what 

I should say to you

but no word that I can conjure up

using the twenty-six alphabets in the English language

could encompass even a sliver,

even a touch;

of this anguish

I seem to feel.

 

And I just can’t help but think

that 

when I die

from all this guttural angst 

I feel inside of me; 

don’t come to my grave

and say that you love me

cause those three words 

are all the convincing 

that I would

have needed

to 

stay.

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