Epilogue

Don't write my name in the obituaries

Don't put my picture in your office halls

And please, for the love of God,

Don't make a martyr out of my face -

In the end, it won't make a difference,

I am a single fallen soul

in a world where all souls fall.

In Loving Memory lies; the day will come 

where no one's left to remember me.

We die thrice, you see.

Once when the world steals our light,

Once as our last breath dissipates

Once when we're forgotten.

Let me rest, please.