When I Be Gone


Should I be gone, when the world keeps turning,  
And silence wraps the echoes of my fleeting breath,  
In the stillness that follows, will my essence remain,  
A whisper in the memories, defying even death?  

If my name fades like shadows at dusk,  
And faces I cherished drift away with the years,  
Will the stories we shared still linger in light,  
Or dissolve in the ether, lost with my fears?  

Yet if laughter persists like a melody sweet,  
And kindness blooms gently in the hearts I once knew,  
Then part of my spirit will dance in their joy,  
In every soft moment, my presence rings true.  

Will the stars recall the dreams that I spun,  
The hopes that I wove into the fabric of night?  
Can the winds carry whispers of all that I sought,  
In the tapestry woven from darkness to light?  

What if my absence becomes a quiet refrain,  
A space for new voices to sing and to soar?  
In the ache of goodbye, will love carve a path,  
Reminding them gently that I’m part of the lore?  

I yearn to imagine, beyond this brief phase,  
A legacy written in the lives that I touched,  
Where echoes of laughter bridge time’s yawning chasm,  
And love, like a river, flows wide and unclutched.  

So when I depart, let it not be in sorrow,  
But as a soft glow in the sunset’s embrace,  
For should I be gone, the love that I offered  
Will linger like starlight, illuminating space.  

In this truth, I find comfort, a balm for my soul,  
That my journey continues, though I may not be near,  
In the hearts of the living, where memories unfold,  
I’ll forever be woven in love’s silent cheer.  

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