let me be your ashes blowing away

"guess what?"

"what?"

"nothing"

"..."

"but, mannn, could you imagine what it would be like if there was something?"

let me be the cold wall keeping you from falling out of your single bed
let me be the baseball that hits you upside the head
let me be the only one more beautiful to your own eyes than your one true love
let me be fleeting like the feeling in your chest when you look at the pencil marks on the wall recording your first-born son's height as he grows

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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