What Remains Poem by Makala Kuhle

What Remains



What remains of me,
of the person I was?
Thats not the question.
Who was I,
what was I like?
That's what should be asked.
Was I nice and sweet,
or mean and evil?
I cannot tell you, I forget.
To ask the question
you'd have to know the answer.
All that remains are remains

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