If I left right now, would you miss me?
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you remember me next week when you read your books and write your reports? I remember you with your glasses pushed up on your head, pencil tapping an impatient beat on your notebook, ignoring the world, ignoring me. Would you remember my name? Would you remember my voice? How I looked? Probably not, but just maybe... Maybe you would. I can always wish.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you sit alone and remember all of the laughs we shared? I remember when I used to sing to you, change all the words and mess it up, but still you beamed at me. I remember how you would praise me, tell me how good I was, tell me to stop worrying over silly mistakes. I would always turn away with a shake of my head, but you should know I always hid a smile and a blush. We would laugh it off like it was nothing. Do you remember all of those times? Probably not. I can always hope.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would she fill the hole I leave? Would she love you and treat you like I did? Would you love her and treat her like you did me? I remember the moments when I was your best friend, when you needed to talk or needed help studying. Is she enough for that? I remember the soft kiss we shared before you stopped talking to me. You had said it was a mistake! You left a you sized hole in me! How dare you! Did it at least affect you a little bit? Did it hurt? It hurts me to say probably not. And I will admit that I sound awful when I say I wish it did.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you look for me? I remember when I first saw you with her. I know you thought I didn't see it, but I did. You came looking for me, face darkened with worry and concern. That filled that you-sized hole in me, until I saw you with her again later that same day. It tore apart what you had just unknowingly mended. So, would you look for me? Would me disappearing tear you apart? I am sorry to say I hope it does. Will it? Probably not. I can always dream.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you cry? I have only seen you cry once, when I was in that car accident and you thought I was gone, that I wouldn't make it. I had known you for fifteen years before that date, yet there was never a single tear shed in all that time until that moment. I had woken up to see you crying, though. I had been out for six months, I was the only one to survive and you had said that it was possible I would have died too, seeing as I had flat-lined twice a day for the first two weeks. You said you wouldn't, you couldn't lose me. So now that you did lose me, will you cry? Probably not. I can always dream.
So, if I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you miss me? Would you remember me at all? Would you remember the laughs? Would she take my place? Would you look for me? Would you cry? Probably not, and that is the worst part of all of this.
But we will see, because here I am leaving you without a word because I do hate goodbyes. How do you feel?
Do you miss me now that I'm gone?
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you remember me next week when you read your books and write your reports? I remember you with your glasses pushed up on your head, pencil tapping an impatient beat on your notebook, ignoring the world, ignoring me. Would you remember my name? Would you remember my voice? How I looked? Probably not, but just maybe... Maybe you would. I can always wish.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you sit alone and remember all of the laughs we shared? I remember when I used to sing to you, change all the words and mess it up, but still you beamed at me. I remember how you would praise me, tell me how good I was, tell me to stop worrying over silly mistakes. I would always turn away with a shake of my head, but you should know I always hid a smile and a blush. We would laugh it off like it was nothing. Do you remember all of those times? Probably not. I can always hope.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would she fill the hole I leave? Would she love you and treat you like I did? Would you love her and treat her like you did me? I remember the moments when I was your best friend, when you needed to talk or needed help studying. Is she enough for that? I remember the soft kiss we shared before you stopped talking to me. You had said it was a mistake! You left a you sized hole in me! How dare you! Did it at least affect you a little bit? Did it hurt? It hurts me to say probably not. And I will admit that I sound awful when I say I wish it did.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you look for me? I remember when I first saw you with her. I know you thought I didn't see it, but I did. You came looking for me, face darkened with worry and concern. That filled that you-sized hole in me, until I saw you with her again later that same day. It tore apart what you had just unknowingly mended. So, would you look for me? Would me disappearing tear you apart? I am sorry to say I hope it does. Will it? Probably not. I can always dream.
If I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you cry? I have only seen you cry once, when I was in that car accident and you thought I was gone, that I wouldn't make it. I had known you for fifteen years before that date, yet there was never a single tear shed in all that time until that moment. I had woken up to see you crying, though. I had been out for six months, I was the only one to survive and you had said that it was possible I would have died too, seeing as I had flat-lined twice a day for the first two weeks. You said you wouldn't, you couldn't lose me. So now that you did lose me, will you cry? Probably not. I can always dream.
So, if I up and left without a word, because you know I hate goodbyes, would you miss me? Would you remember me at all? Would you remember the laughs? Would she take my place? Would you look for me? Would you cry? Probably not, and that is the worst part of all of this.
But we will see, because here I am leaving you without a word because I do hate goodbyes. How do you feel?
Do you miss me now that I'm gone?