When I'm Gone

One day, my breath 

will leave my nares 

and never return.

That is the day 

my beating heart 

will finally rest her drum.

My eyes will be closed 

and my arms won't receive 

you when you come.

I want you to remember then, 

that this familiar body was 

not me, but my home.

Let it go as I have, 

let it go because 

I'm now as free 

as the breath I no longer need.