When i am gone

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.

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