A Delicate Annoyance

After I’m gone
Don’t grieve for me
Or things I didn’t achieve
And left undone

I wrote words to be like a thread in the air
Lyrical
Soft
Obscure enough
To awaken you from sleeping
Under a warm blanket of thousand woven threads.

My memory is a delicate annoyance
Landing on your beautiful face.

Awaken my love
Remember me and my thread of words,
This is how angels embrace.

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