If you’re
reading this poem,
then I know
you
still care for me.
Hate is
synonymous
with love,
so
thank you,
for being
out there,
somewhere,
looking me up.
I look you up too.
If you’re
reading this poem,
then you’ll know
I’m afraid
we’ll miss
our chance
at one last try.
One last try,
before we die.
If you’re
reading this poem,
you should know
that I’m here,
waiting for you.
And for those
who just happen to be
reading this poem,
seize the moment,
and reach out to
you-know-who.