Will I see you when I'm gone? Will I feel the same way you do, alone and brokenhearted? Will I stay in spirit, give you comfort, and gently kiss away your tears? Will I softly hum your favorite song as your breathing slows and you fall asleep? Will you dream about me as I will dream of you for all eternity?
Will I feel your skin and taste your lips? Only in my final memories, I fear, as death is sometimes kind to let you relive your most treasured thoughts one last time before the rest are scattered to the wind.
Will I see you when I'm gone? Will you see me?
Mike 2025
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