Exeunt omnes
Turn the lights on again.
Would just songs be quiet,
murmured , looking at the consequences
of the decisions i made
as if they were a formula
that just doesn’t add up.
I grieve for all the mes i won’t be.
Burnt like evil during summer solstice.
All the wes we didn’t meet,
the fits i won’t be wearing,
curls i won’t brush, bodies won't hug,
fights we won't have, dates i will miss.
But bigger than grieve is worry,
That you be okey,
please be okey,
please be okey,
please be.
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