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Poem: IF I DIE TOMORROW

TW: Mentions of Death, grief, sadness.

This was inspired by Dustin Thao's "You've Reached Sam", a book I haven't completed yet but I'm sure it is going to destroy me.

What if I die tomorrow Will you cry for me? or will you be angry at the universe for taking away something you loved will you come to see me one last time? will you say the things left unsaid cursing the limited time we had because I'll never get to hear them will you tell my mom I love her will you be there by her side because I won't be by yours will you ever call up my phone hoping i'd answer with a "gurl, spill" because I knew you so well. will this be a plot of a sad novel?

Several texts left unread, making you wish I wasn't dead. that little gasp you'd make before saying my name, because oh lord, it's not the same. will you miss me? or will you miss what I was to you? before I go, I just want you to know, that I will always love you If the universe can hear me nothing can set us apart, I'll always be by you, dead or not Will you cherish my memories or will you try to forget about me will you throw away my things, or will you look for my traces in them

will you look for me in the crowd, feel the ache in your heart because you'd already seen the last of me and there's not gonna be anymore of it. Don't be afraid, I'll be here, waiting for you be it fifty years or eighty-five, because I meant it when I said, "this is for life" and I'd promised I'll always be there, right here, by your side.