What will I leave when I'm gone
when I vanish into history no documentaries will document my steps and missteps I'll leave traces in hearts I hope bits of remembered laughter and connection occasional inspired silliness a mountain of no-longer-read journalism as high as Kilimanjaro trapped in a now that has disappeared already into time. strange that I feel now more me than ever more here more placed but that's a trick a con mountains aren't here forever or oceans starfish or rhinoceroses or even stars. like a pile of unread books a chorus of unsung songs this world will forget I sojourned here under disappeared stars whose light outlived them, glimpsed waves crash loved and wondered will my memories survive caught like bugs in amber captured in a cosmic database of forgotten longings a zoo of lost emotions? while I'm here lingering in time I'll launch myself into sunlight capture moments like fireflies or musical notes drifting through a dazed and dozy afternoon in central Edinburgh ignored by history while birds sit on Georgian battlements and banter.
Beautiful. I love the ending alliteration. And I will always remember you in your silliness “If Iiiiiiii were kiiiiiiiing of the foreeeeeest. . .” And also your deep humanity. Thank you for your call to consciousness. 🙏💕
If you can connect in a good way that’s what grandchildren can do “Remember the daily good times”