The Maverick

I gave you too much credit. I decieved myself again.

I thought you might permit me a goodbye. An end. I wanted the music to play and the credits to roll. But you just cut the scene. Black screen. No sound.

But you forgot something.

You forgot about all the little pieces of yourself that you left behind. Take them with you. You should have left nothing.
No memories.

No reminders.

It should have been as if you never existed.

But it's not. Is it?

Now it's just a story unfinished. Forever suspended.

You know so well how it will eat at me. Devour me. A constant.

But after all the beatings, it's still ticking for you.
Always for you.

You hear me?

Always.