Towards The End

May be
Towards the end of
My days
I won’t
Remember
Every story I
Relished
Each poetry
I read…

But I know
For sure
That everything
I read
Is now
A part of me.

May be
Towards the end of
My days
I won’t
Remember
Every story I
Relished
Each poetry
I read…

But I know
For sure
That everything
I read
Is now
A part of me.

You will find
Every story
In the way
I spoke
In the way
I cried
In the way
I celebrated life.

The best
Stories
Will make
Inroads
In the way
I make love
In the way
I betray
And also

In the way
I handle betrayal

The day
My life
Almost ends

You won’t see
Just a piece
Of me
Wrapped in
Loose skin
Hooked on
Frail bones

What you
Will see
Is
A map of Stories
Some I lived
Some I loved
Many I forgot

So carry
My corpse
With a certain
Gentleness
For with me
Lies dead
Several pieces
Of art

When you
Kiss
My body
Goodbye

Let
All those
Stories
Also die

For the same
Story
Will be
Different
On your
Body

Let me
Sail into
The other world
With all that
I have collected
With all that
Can not be
inherited
And
With all that
Made me … ME