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When I'm gone will you still send me a good morning text?

My body rotting, my essense being released to the world and all its creatures again. My question to you Seeker is, when i'm gone will you remember me?

In all the ways I used to hold you or talk to you, would I be an extra cup of coffee poured on a cold day? or a bed made the way I used to love.

Would your home ring with the music I used to sing to you, or would it fall silent, the music silent and the curtain drawn, a reminder too painful to be kept.

My old plushies handed to friends so I don't feel so distant

The truth is im still here and also somewhere else, eternally split between realms. While I explore the stars I'll still be around, In the april showers, in the shade keeping the stars heat from reaching you, I will be the calming thought on the bad days.

All you have to do is remember

would you join me for coffee and cake?