And when I Die
And when I die,
who will mourn?
And when I pass from here to there,
Who will see me go?
I would rather fall like a star
string by string,
A broken space,
A sway of time,
No footprints,
or apology
I would rather fall like a star does
without a sound
a freefall way to somewhere else leaving behind a thin trail of white
that wasnt mine to begin with
