Once you’re gone in your memory I live
But I had so much I wanted to say to you and now you’re gone and do those things I want to say
As I say them in your memory because I wanted to say them to you but you’re gone and I can’t…
Do they still mean anything without there being another end to the thread?
Do the threads die I know they are cut
Do they die?
When I lost you did I lose every whispered I love you, did I lose every smile you made for me accidentally, when I lost you did I lose?
What did I lose?
Am I wrong to keep reaching to them
I feel like I have something for them but I don’t know what it is and I can’t just show up there like
Hi, you don’t remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of him
You him them I am
So busy in my head and I’m lonely but I’m not fucking dead
And I tread through these waters they’re not shallow,
They’re over my head and I just wanted a place for it
Because what if
No
Not what if today was my, what if today was your
In your memory,
I spend every day like today isn’t my
But it’s someone else’s and I don’t know who else that may be
So I tell you I love you and I try to say everything that would consume me if I lost the chance to say
In your memory I fear losing every day but
Because that’s exactly what I would have wanted someone to say, and I heard it in the music I didn’t deign it from the highs and lows and
It’s scary,
Am I selfish for feeling like no one is afraid to lose me?
Am I selfish for believing the opposite?
I miss you.
Living in your memory, please wait for me before you get on the bus but
Of course you’re waiting you’re every where.
But I miss you and I’m human and you’re not there and I never imagined I needed you there when I didn’t think of you
And now I do every day is
In your memory I thought of every person I wanted to know I loved them because the thought of losing them
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He just looked so sick.
In your memory I realised I needed you
And I realised all these people I needed and I wanted them to know they were needed but
Humanity’s greatest flaw is its need to be reciprocated. Recognition.
It felt very empty when every letter, paper or otherwise
…
I love you. I miss you. I needed you and I didn’t even know you.
She got so mad at me when I mourned Grandma and I’d known her most of my life.
Is everyone mad at me because I didn’t know you?
But in your memory I feel like I know you better now than I ever did as
The songs all became letters
And it shakes me to my heart wrapped back into shape by bits of string, glue, bones and tape
What if I lose more of them before I get the chance to say
I love you
And I’d return your call any day.
Because you were there for me and I never wanted to take any one of them for granted.
Because when the one light you didn’t realise was holding up your sky
Loses the fight you’d been silently walking together through time
The sky gets so heavy.
And I can’t let go because
Someone somewhere needs to know that I would stand by them if I could
I swear
I don’t care
And I never thought of the next part,
But I don’t care who you are
Because I think everyone deserves to know
They’re needed.
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