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On the day I die
I hope this letter will reach you
And I can finally say
What I’ve always wanted to.
On the day I die
It’ll be waiting on the doorstep
To greet you early in the morning.
A collection of my final words.
When I started writing this
I thought it would be a set of questions
That I never had the guts to ask.
Ones I had let pass.
I thought I’d ask “how are you?”
“Did you miss me ?”
“Do you remember who I am
Do you remember those memories?”
I thought I’d ask about old accusations
“How could you leave me then?”
“Why did you choose something over me?”
“Yet you didn’t say no clearly”
But looking at it now
The smell of drying ink that surrounds me
Tells me the reality of what
I always wanted to say
It wasn’t anything special
So now I wonder why I never said it
I wonder why I feared
What would happen if you read it
But on the day I die
And the letter finally reaches true
I wish you’d smile as you read
The softly scribbled I love you
2-3-19
S.G
A piece of original poetry | On The Day I Die
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