Your goodbye was as loud as a gunshot.
You were a very literal person,
Always impossible to stop,
and I was never much for the inconvenient.
Since then, I have born my baggage
In two suitcases, in two halves.
I have spent the past ten years and two weeks
Fighting my life and your memory.
I don't want to live for you.
I don't want to die for you,
But I promise I will write for you
When it's convenient.
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