When I'm Gone
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.