Reblogged
After I’m gone
After I’m gone,
Don’t stay sad.
After I’m gone,
Think of all the memories we had.
After I’m gone,
Let everyone speak, not about what I could have been, but what I was.
After I’m gone,
The sun will shine again.
After I’m gone,
Another will pick up my pen.
After I’m gone,
And they utter my name with sorrowful haste,
Remind them of the sweet words I let them taste.
After I’m gone,
There’s nothing you can do.
After I’m gone,
Let this poem be an apology to you.
For, after I’m gone,
My conversations will falter.
And after I’m gone,
People’s perception of me will slowly alter.
Perhaps for the better,
Perhaps for the worse.
It doesn’t really matter,
My name is not a curse.
It’s a memory,
To be preserved,
Until long after I’m gone.
