Sometimes its the things that we don’t say that gets lost in translation even though we expect others to feel. This poem is something I believe we all needed to here I hope you all enjoy ellekharitou’s I am not a psychic
If you miss me tell it to me,
one day I might go.
You may regret, to not have let
these thoughts and feelings show.
If in your mind I am you’ll find,
I will be unaware.
Speak it now for that is how,
I’ll know you truly care.
If you need me please don’t lead me
to think it isn’t so.
Worlds unseen to me you mean,
Just how much — you’ll never know.
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