Sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying.
I knew I would not be insignificant nor unspoken about.
I would be remembered and loved.
Wouldn't this be the perfect parting from this world?
So, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying.
But when I heard I would long for someone more than death—
I was enthralled.
Thus, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself meeting you.
Yet, I'm still waiting for the longing.
And I'm still waiting for you.