“Please.”
I try to whisper;
Silence
is all that escapes my gaping mouth.
May I scan your memory,
And omit the ones involving my plentiful mistakes?
If you leave
Can you forgive me
For all the messes I’ve made?
I’ll miss you when you’re gone.
Here’s to hoping you’ll feel the same.
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