Unmemorium

I am touchable

I can be got at

I am a realist who cuts fingers closing windows

Left unguarded, death will catch me, even as I struggle to leave a small piece behind hoping my life will matter in the grand cosmos and each individual universe

I would like to bestow a gift in my last hours to those still toiling -

Forget our shared hours

Do not build a stone plinth, sing hymns, smile or weep

Raise no cry, tell no story, store no memory

Let everything pass

Give me ground and let me be absorbed like candy floss

Tasted for a moment

Melting and gone

Unlearn my name and the timbre of my laugh

Erase the lines of my face and the scent of my clothes

Be not troubled, be not burdened

Un-remember me