One day, I will go away.
I will die,
never to come back again,
ever.
I wish, for me,
she cries, when I am gone.
Its so vain, of me,
to think, that she will,
but if only she would,
it would be like
a world of roses,
even in the fire of the hell.
If only I am missed,
for all the times
I wasn't there,
even though it is,
but for a second,
that second, would be like,
a million years of bliss for me.
If only, I get a reply,
to the thousand of letters
I didn't send,
even though it be a silent one,
that silence would be worth
more than a zillion words.
If only she loves me….
If only…