You will remember me.
You'll miss me as much as I missed you.
There will be time for weeping.
Time will come for you to look for me everywhere.
There will come a day when you will regret all of your decisions.
It will be time to recall all of your actions toward me.
Someday, you'll wish you could meet me.
You'll wish to sit and discuss things with me.
I'll be nowhere to be found.
I'll be gone.
You'll feel agony and loneliness.
You'll feel like your world has ended.
You will recognize how significant I was in your life.
You will be tackling and planning your life alone.
You'll learn that thoughts and words aren't enough.
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Gloria Penelope
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Sad!
And when one day he feels all this, we'll be so happy with our lives. Loved your poem!