If I am no more in your memories, then in the darkness of night I will recite loving stories to the trees shedding leaves as if tearfully acknowledging the longing sentiments of my heart that relentlessly stalk my dreams;

I will document the pain of my soul in my many diaries, keeping the words you said to me in dormancy until I return to the dust, leaving the state of my being physically, or until the day you come back to me.

Whatever will be will be, but if nothing else, remember that I truly loved you unconditionally with distinct sincerity from a heart of love and purity. Still, even now, I would give you all of me, hoping for healing from the brokenness of my forsaken reality.