& I hope you lay awake at night, thinking about me, staring at the ceiling fan looking for answers to the questions you never had the courage to ask.
& I hope you catch yourself remembering little pieces of me as you go about your day, wondering what I’m doing, wishing you could see me one last time.
& I hope you remember all the pretty words you said while you’re lying next to her in bed, the ones I’m sure you told her too.
& I hope you remember that I gave you the best of me even when you deserved the worst.
& I hope you remember all these things because I’ll be dead & gone long before I ever forget.
© Gina Jenkins
© Gina Jenkins 