Your friends may forget you
or perhaps move away
The music you loved
will cease to be played

Your doctor will die
or at least they'll retire
Your lovers will leave you
for ice or for fire

Those tattoos and their inks
will fade to misspellings
Your scars in their healing
steal no tale for telling

Your self is all you have
even that's not so sure —
When the minutes come to pennies
Will you still be who you were?

4/20/24