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Whenever it happens is not up to me,

Tomorrow is never a guarantee.

A faulty cockpit,

A chance collision

Could be all it takes for the end of me.

Thinking of this makes me turn inside

To offer up a piece of myself to you,

So if it’s a fragment you in turn deride

Let it be known my intentions were true.

I only wanted you to know who I was,

To some degree painting with just one hue,

Perhaps tilting your view slightly askew

As any narrator tends to do.

Yet that I always strove for perfection

Even in times of reflection

As merely a means of protection

Of all I had that was honest and true

So I could somehow then offer to you

Those bits and pieces that ensued

Transforms this into a labor of love

If only your eyes I’m assured of.

We’ve traveled together hand in hand,

Wading together throughout this land

Traipsing through syllables to and fro,

Yet I’m afraid now it’s time to go –

When you grow older you soon realize

All those things you idealize

Will ultimately come to flee.

If I may say one last thing

All I ask is remember me.