I know it would be
better for you
not to reply to someone
like me, but
I can't relinquish this nagging
hope tugging at my sleeve.
I know it would be more desirable
for you to keep forgetting,
but time
goddamn time is surpassing
me
and I call out for you
because the notion of
departing this place without
my name somewhere on your
mind
daunts me.
It may be selfish of me. { it is }
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Kısa Hikayein which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-