Don't weep for me when I'm gone,
just think I wasn't here.
I was just a stranger
like the passing wind,
here one minute and gone the next.
I leave no footsteps that you can follow
others have destroyed them as they went along
leaving me just a shadow
that might have crossed your path.
One that faded away
as the darkness called.
27 May 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem