A passing ode to one who left.
When I am done, will you have known me?
Seen inside the empty spaces, overseen remembered embraces, known my fear’s personal faces?
When I am done, will you have heard me?
Bright joy over small things, know when my laughter rings, which songs I often quietly sing?
When I am done, will you have seen me?
The ‘me’ I see, the me I aim to be, the me that only others see?
When I am done, will you have felt me?
Shared finger touches on baby skin, trace my face where wrinkles set in, warmth of my body as the days begin?
When I am done, what will I be – to thee, and thee and thee?
~SMK
Inspiration – the passing of a co-worker today, the loss of a quality person.
Survivors Blog Here Mental Health Collaborative 
Nice reflection on the loss of your friend. To those left behind, I always held that when asked, their answer is what I am, long after I am not. Peace.
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Sunny
Your words are beautiful and very personal. I know your co-worker felt your heavy heart. My thoughts are with you.
Hugs 🙂
M
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