maybe it's stupid, but i hope you miss me. i hope you think of me when you see oranges at the grocery store, or wear dark red nail polish. i hope you think of me when you hear david bowie on the radio, or when you read the word "infinite." maybe you will think of me when you see a cherry-coloured lighter laying on the sidewalk. maybe you will double take when you see messy dark hair and crooked glasses that look just like mine. hell, maybe when you go to the cafe you will get a hot chocolate with two extra milks, because you know that's how i liked it.
maybe its stupid, but i hope that there is still the person i knew inside of you. maybe you're happy, maybe you hate me. maybe what you did was fucked up in a lot of ways. maybe you hurt me. and maybe, just maybe, you will realize these things and mourn me.
maybe it will be when the sun hugs your face on a thursday afternoon, and you will remember how much i adored the sun. maybe it will be at the shitty convenience store when you see my favorite drink. maybe you will catch my eye, see a grin on my face or the squint of my eyes, and maybe you will mourn me.
maybe you will miss the crack in my voice when i cry, or the rasp of my laugh. maybe you will miss my words, the ones that tried and tied and tried to help you. maybe you're happy, but i wish you will feel how i feel.
maybe you will never see this, maybe you will. just know that i don't miss you, but maybe what you were to me.