Love me more when I'm gone.
When you cannot see me at last,
Living one thumb flick away.
When you can finally look past,
My insouciant nods,
My obnoxious quips.
All the wordless confessions
That I could never give.
When you cannot find,
The picture that didn't exist.
But it seems, you are
Satisfied with that ode, hidden
In a pool of polemics.
Or when you cannot go back,
To the night that never was,
To the pause that wasn't filled,
Pity, nostalgia, unjustified regret?
A hole in my chest
Write on those bluest walls and skies,
Some morning coffee powered lines.
Think of those vaguely false times,
You were laughing at my pleasantries.
Forget my misgivings and disguise
Our uneventful lives into a dream.
Be slightly saddened
if you knew my name,
But shed the thought if it lasts
More than a TV ad.
Love me more when I'm dead.
That's all the love I deserve.
Everything I hope to get.