I hope I haunt you.
I hope I haunt you the way you used to haunt me, the way you sometimes still do.
I hope that every once in a while when you can't sleep you see my face, floating above you in the dark.
I hope it hurts.
I don't say this because I want revenge, I don't hate you.
I say this because I love you, and I don't understand how any human could do what you did to me and not feel anything.
I hope you feel something, even though all the evidence says you don't.
I hope that when you're all alone where no one can see you, you cry, just a little.
I hope you can still hear me,
See me,
Feel my hand.
Taste me.
I hope you feel the weight of every word, I hope it almost crushes you.
Almost.
And then I hope it stops.
I hope you're sorry,
I hope you realize you have something to be sorry for.
I hope you forgive.
I hope you forget.
I hope one by one the weights lift off.
I hope the pain goes away.
And I hope that one day
You find my picture in the bottom of some cardboard box you packed away; pause, smile, and throw it away.
