all the world will one day
sweep my shadow
from the corners of their dusty memories,
wipe clean their surfaces of
each and every fingerprint,
let fade
the last ray of light
I shone on their face,
but please-
not you.
Don't let me be erased
from the soft spot
you had for me.
Keep me there always,
nestled in warm thoughts and
happy recollections.
Better that you remember me fondly
than the rest of the world grieve.
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