and when i am six feet underground with the bugs eating my brain they will get visions of you. They will smell what you smelt like and they will hear the way you called out my name. They will experience unimaginable wonders as they feast on the very corners of my brain like the way you held me so close or how you kissed me in the rain. they will not move an inch without bumping into a piece of you. They wont go a second without the lust or passion or even when i felt so blue because in time, your memory will dwindle and my body will desiccate and the bugs will move on and continue eating as that was their one and only true fate.