should you ever o my darling hear that i am forever gone do not be vainly pondering that you will miss our liaison for upon you i lay no blame not knowing who i'd come to be when before you i make the claim never will you truly miss me unsettled by futures unclear withheld by self-worth glaucoma encircled by vultures of fear brooded over childhood trauma peering beyond self-sabotage commonplaces and convention is the end goal only mirage figment of imagination experiences recurring will the lesson ever be learned is cyclic healing occurring will the sound me ever be earned restricted by the rules of men and harnessed by the hands of fate never skating time and again fully free from that figure-eight somebody else i must have been all this time i could not be me whose whole story was just a scene of mistaken identity so if i state o my darling that you'll never truly miss me don't resent me for the saying nor do refuse its verity but trust that time delivers cures that diseased eyes can come to see that it was through no fault of yours that never was i fully me §