You are gone
Blowing away like fuzzy dandelion seeds, mixed up high or low narrowing their fall in the wind
Who knows, or who cares where you will land,like the little you thought of others
You are gone
Glowing away like the bottom embers of candles as they tirelessly burn out
Who knows, or who cares where you will land, like the little you thought of others
You are gone
Winding away and down in your serpintine darkness that will always re-surface
and be re-useable like we were over and over again
Who knows, or who cares where you will land, like the little you thought of others.