“ but one day i will remain a blood clot on someone else's lips. someone will choke on my name like a plum bone, last breath about me get stuck in someone's throat. someone will die for me, someone will laugh, someone will have a blockage at work, someone will drink chamomile tea. the universe will curl up and spit me out into the dark sky. i won't follow you with a glance, a sob, or a wave of my handkerchief.
one day i will remain a kiss on someone's hands, a ringing in dreams, someone's first snow, an awkward touch on the subway, a stain on my shirt, the first "hello", the last "goodbye", someone's stab wound, spitting in the face, the last clash of views. and after that will be someone else's kiss that will erase my, someone's ringing will resound in my dreams, touch other hands in the subway, a spot from the shirt suddenly will be erased, and will be a new "hello" and "goodbye", stab wounds will be more, and maybe my will heal. ”