In small bits and pieces,
the wake trails —
a bit of flesh, a heartbeat,
a bit of mind, of memory,
those moments
so carefully gathered up,
gaining distance behind.

Flesh of my flesh,
heart of my heart,
mind of my mind,
hand of my hands,
noise of my noise,
song of my song,
I let them go.
You find your way
in a world without me,
and I let go.