MY CURSE

You will die

a little bit

every day without me.

You will find something missing:

skin, memories

fun

you will finally see how

in some ways,

I was the one.

You will miss me

more and more.

This is my curse.

You will find yourself waiting,

wonting, lacking

and it will nag you

increasingly

until it diminishes

and you will forget

what you once had

and you will miss me

less.

You will lose even that part of me

which is my curse.

This is how I damn you.