Observation
I have been here longer than you. I have given you shelter, you felt my strength. You know I will remain here long after you're gone. So part on me what you have, what you know. Share with me. On me. So that some part of you or of what you experienced can be bigger than you. You need people to know. I will hold on to this until time itself covers all the traces of your passing. Of you being here. And barely any line remains of you. But I will know. I will still feel you. And somehow, you will still be here.