When you die,
I won’t kill myself instead,
I would tickle the ivies until I hear your cries again,
I would tune my guitar till I could hear your voice again.
So, that everyday I would still have you in my
ears.

I would play the congas till I could feel the rhythm of your feet dancing.
I would sing until my voice reaches yours.
Then everyday you’ll know I still love you.

I miss your voice,
I miss your pain,
I miss your joy,
Most of all,
I miss you.

Oh, when will I get to hear your voice again?
When will I be able to dance with you?
I’m scared,
I’m scared without you.
Please,
Please come back to me.
I’m supposed to be strong,
But damnit even in death you make me weak.

I love you?
Do you love me?
Oh,
That’s right.
I’m talking to myself,
Or shall I say the shadow of what you left me.

You’re like my Kaori,
Why did you give me hope just to die.
But,
I can’t blame you, you have gave me my passion.
I’ll end it while I’m only 1 foot in the hole.
I love you, and miss you.
© tmrf