I just hope your chest aches
In the spot where I’d lay my head on gloomy days,
I hope you can’t bear to roll over
To the other side of the bed,
The part where my warmth still lingers,
I hope that when you find a strand of my hair
Tangled amongst your sheets
That you don’t have the strength to remove it,
Because it’s the last part of me
That you still have.
I hope the sound of the rain resembles
My heartbeat in your ears,
And that the sunshine after thunderstorms
Reminds you of the glow on my cheeks,
From back in the days
When you could make me happy.