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Will you write when I’m gone?

I listen to all the noise you’ve caused inside of me.

I only know part of what I’ve done to you.

If I leave will your words follow me?

It doesn’t seem that impossible.

But as soon as that sentence ends

I am walking

I see you

on every corner.

Every Rubik’s cube,

every blanket,

every beat.

Your imprints on me.

I close my eyes.

The words will stay.