what will you call me when
the last version of me dies.
will my name still
taste the same when
it falls from your lips or
will i be like
vapour
suspended on car windows
on a rainy day.
will my head still hold upright
when you come
and ask me
to smile.
i'll look at mirrors and laugh
when they tell me
i'm me.
can you even
hold hands with
all things lost and
put together.
i'll glow and sparkle for a
few more minutes.
**** me off if
it gets too bright.