One day, I will die. You will die.
We all will die.
One day, there will be no time left.
We will see life pass before us, or a long, white bright tunnel,
One day, I will matter only in memory,
But not just yours.
I will be remembered in every place
Where my foot disturbed the dust;
Where the air I breathed returned, warmer;
By the body memories of those who met my gaze
Or averted theirs; none were untouched.
No kindness was too faint
Or harshness went unnoticed;
All felt me and carry me, however slightly,
Rippling wider, shallower as I blend–
Disappearing or uniting?
Choose; it changes nothing.
I remain. You remain.
We all remain.