And like dandelions
Dispersed in a warm, summer breeze
I'll be gone, far beyond
To where these feet
have never been.
Disappear without a trace
You won't recognise this face
Walking by your side
Down the street.
And all I will be
Is a passing memory,
A fleeting shadow
On your mind's tapestry,
As we move away
Separated by time and space.

If only I could say the same about me
If only I could say...