To what shall I place permanence
When I do walk out the door
When I am no longer needed
When what I am is no longer necessary
I will be forgotten
Inevitable in its monstrosity
What shall I leave behind?
The feelings, friendships
Acquired through anguish and despair
On this will I linger
Like an oil spill, unable to melt
Not able to fall through and evaporate
In this shall I exist
By this will I be remembered.