Remember me,
when the wind
ruffles your hair
and I'm not there
to brush it for you.
Remember me,
when my sisters and my friends
grow

To be commonplace
conventional
provincial
is not the way
I wish to be remembered

I traveled to Asia and Europe
wandered through

Mine is not to reason why.

There is no memories of years gone by.

Of who they were from my family tree

When I get old,

You’re A Ghost Of A Drawing

I drew it out with pen on reused paper

The shading was wrong

But it was the best that

Remember me for the things I've done
And not for the senseless things I've uttered
Remember me for the accolades I've won
And