When We Are Gone October 30, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Spirit & Ego.comments closed
When we are gone
do we care
about all we left behind?
Do we worry
or wonder
about our claimed legacy?
Do our daydreams
dissipate
into twilight memories?
Or do they linger behind?
When we are gone
are our cares
fast forgotten and erased?
Or do we take
one last look
over pale ghostly shoulders?
When we are gone
does time stop
for us, dead in its tracks?
Or do we linger longer?
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