If I die tonight, I’ll not have
achieved some of my biggest
dreams, nor will I have gone
to the places I’d always
wanted to.

I won’t have the things I’d
always thought I’d deserved
but you and I will have Paris
my dear, I won’t have eaten
all the foods-said all the things,
told my Secrets.

Most of all, I’ll never know if you love me.

Another WriterB Original.

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