To the wind that knocked me
out of my bubble,
To the one that finished his
life while he’s still alive,
I hope you do remember me
Not in rubble
but as someone who’ll always
see you as days unnumbered
And infinite.
The world may let you die,
You may let you die
But I will not.
You will forever be alive
in these poems that I’ll
write,
and you’ll be immortalize
in ways that this world
couldn’t,
with days and days to
Look forward to
Even after me.
Even after the world.
That someone,somewhere
13 thousand miles away
Refused to see you
Dead, and
Refused to forget,
You.