Write about what makes you happy
Write about what makes you sad
Write about everything you think of
Even if it makes you mad
Write about the good times
And write about the bad
Write about the days you were younger
And how it makes you laugh
Write about the things you wanted
Write about the things you had
Write about the the ones you loved
Write about the ones you wish you never had
Then read your book out loud when it’s all said and done
You realize that your life wasn’t that bad
And that someone out there still thinks you’re
Number One

And for a little while
after I’m gone
they will tell stories about me
some true
some false
good memories
bad memories
but only for a little while
because after awhile
I am no longer making new memories
only old memories linger
like all old memories
they fade and eventually are forgotten
so in the end
I am just a forgotten memory
that once may or may not existed

Something about
Winter winds
that silence
the city noise
at night
and bring
an eerie feeling
of nostalgia

Rain
cleansed
the streets of
human sins
left behind
flowing
alongside curbs
down sewers
into an abyss
of empty thoughts

I was hopeless
like every romantic
yearning for a matching connection
exchanging thoughts and emotions
pure acceptance
of my imperfections

All I wanted
before I die
was to leave
something behind
a thought
a word
just a little piece
of my mind
when it’s all
said and done
I hope
you remember me
once I’m gone