If God grandted me a wish,
I would not ask for riches,
nor love, nor time, nor peace.
I would ask for your absence-
not silence, not distance,
but the weight of you
erased from existence.
No shadow left to stretch behind me,
no whisper to linger in the dark,
no trace of you in the wind
or the corners of my mind.
If God grandted me a wish,
it would not be mercy,
nor understanding,
nor the strength to forgive.
It would be your death,
as simple as a candle snuffed,
as final as the sky before a storm,
as quiet as the grave you deserve.
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