I want you to look for me when I’m gone.
I want you to remember how the weight of my body felt pressed against yours; I want you to remember and feel everything for me once I’ve forgotten.
When I’m gone, I want you to look for my scent on your sheets. The folds and creases will spell out my name and it will sound familiar to you. But you won’t remember the syllables or the letters. You won’t remember how to say my name right anymore.
But I want you to keep looking.
I will forget falling asleep and waking next to you. I will forget our embraces and our laughter and when I’m gone, my warm kisses will turn into a cold lingering on your lips.
I want you to find me when I’m gone. I can leave nothing with you but a map of my hair on your pillows and memories of the streets we used to walk together where your hands would always find mine.
I want you to look for me when I’m gone because I’ll be looking for you.
And perhaps one day, we’ll be walking the same street and our hands will find each other again.
too beautiful.
(Source: poeticallydumb)