It’s what you leave behind.
I’ll leave behind some words.
Words from my mind.
Words from my thoughts.
Words for you to know my thoughts.
About mysteries of both.
You never really know someone.
You just think you do.
I’ll tell you all the bad things.
I’ll tell you about some good things.
I’ll be perfectly honest, so you can see me.
The real me. The thinking-feeling me.
The words might be jumbled.
But I hope my words will click a tumbler.
And the safe will magically open for you.
Open to the treasures of a magical life.
Treasures that I missed.
The treasures you missed.
And when you find them.
I hope that you look into the sun.