Are words enough to remember me by?
I wish I had more to give you.
I have drawings, a few random photographs,
but none of them are of me.
It's a strange sensation to want to be forgotten,
yet remembered at the same time.
I don't want to go out with a bang,
in a marching band of glory.
I don't want colors exploding in front of your eyes.
I just want a soft exit, a calm route leading me away,
something that would make the heart sigh.
