If I am to be forgotten while my feet still touch this earth
It doesn't really matter anymore I know now what the time was worth.
If I am to be erased, a fading memory to someone who's evolved
May my essence have left a mark, even in the form of something small.
If I am to be of folklore a legend you once told,
May I be the reason you brew cinnamon and honey tea on nights you find yourself cold.
If I am to be a melody you whistle but do not sing,
Maybe I'll be the reason you subtly enjoy the chaos life brings.
If I am to be a relic lost to new connections made,
I hope I taught some lesson and those relationships are stronger than we became.