Was it me?

Did you die

So I could become a poet?

Did your heart stop

So I’d have stories to tell?

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Don’t laugh

It’s not funny

I’m just looking for a higher meaning

In a tragedy that should have never happened.

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What if it’s me?

What if im the reason?

It couldn’t be you

Unless you were just too good

For this world of treason.

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Have you even ever existed?

I can’t remember

You seem so distant.

I write stories and letters

The words are spilling out of my head like they’re too scared to hold on to it for even a moment

I write and write

Who do I write to?

You? Me? The girl I used to be?

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I write because I’m scared

I’m petrified

That once I stop

You’ll be gone

Just like that night

When you didn’t come back home.

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I write to keep you alive on paper

Because I couldn’t do it in real life.

I write so others remember

That I will never stop being your wife.

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I write to make sure

You’re getting my messages

I pour my soul on paper

So my thoughts don’t push me off the edges.

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Did you die to make me love you more than I could ever imagine?

If I loved you better, would you still be here?

Our hands touching.