Let me go

When everything ends—

when the last sun

bleeds into the horizon,

and the final bird

vanishes into the forest’s hush—

Remember me.

Not for what I did,

but for who I was.

A man,

everything and nothing,

a flicker in the dark,

a whisper in the wind.

Remember me.

For a week.

Just a week.

Then—

just then—

let me go.