True Death

True death is when you are the last one to remember,

To remember the people before you, the people around you,

And you yourself.

When people can only see you for your age,

In which you are dwindling away,

They cannot attribute you to all the things you did in your finer days.

Laughter,

Young and full of your youth,

Nights out on the town,

Breaking laws,

Telling untruths.

Whittling away your years until the tiredness sets in.

You are only remembered as much as those around you who sit in your company.

For when you are near your point,

only to be dead and gone later.

You come to realize,

You are merely old company.