Then, when all have gone who knew me;
Then, when all are dead and dust and
No remains still prove I lived here,
No eternal desperate markers
Telling future times, “I was, once.”
Truly I will not have been, so,
Was I even here, then, at all?
Then, when all have gone who knew me;
Then, when all are dead and dust and
No remains still prove I lived here,
No eternal desperate markers
Telling future times, “I was, once.”
Truly I will not have been, so,
Was I even here, then, at all?
Adam Writes 