legacy
for all that i have loved
(this is for all my loves,
for who you are and for that thing you do:
the love of my life, friends that are my family, acquaintances of shared thought and
experience)
when i’m done and gone finally
what behind me will i leave
not the fallacy of legacy
i came naked and free
and thus i will flee
oh perhaps clothed for eyes that see
and deem what is real and true to be ugly
when i’m done and gone finally
what behind me will i leave
maybe a day of grief
or perhaps three
once-fresh memory
misting soon in days or weeks
just as i’d have it be
but perhaps just this wish wee
i’d like granted me
of sorrow i’d have you free
of love i’d still have you feel
just as i’d have it be