Will you just Remember me
or will you imbibe me.
Or will you craft a collage
of your own, like making an effort
to make me of my Dead epithelial
I drop ­­­­over a Billion pieces a day
That should be good enough for a
collector type that you might be.
When I am gone, Memories, Pictures
and Voice can bring tears of joy or grief
But if you Allow I shall invade and
Ravage you beyond recognition, as I
destroy your memories that make you a person
that you are. The bitter and sweet ones too
As my purpose is not to add Sweetness to you
of course not Bitterness, but to leave
not an imprint but a
Presence that is Life.