How will I look in your eyes when I see my reflection peek out? Will I see something that puts my own vision of self into doubt? How will I be remembered in your private memories of me? Will I be an enriching dream or a nightmare from which you flee? How long will memories linger or will you ensure that they fade? Will they be sweet and lovely or fraught with unresolved pain? Will you delight in my laughter, enjoying a sweet memory? Or will it taste like a cackle, biting your tongue bitterly? Where will you tuck my remembrance when my very breath is all gone? Will you hug me close to your heart or shear me off as you run? How will I look in your eyes when somebody new tries to see how close is the resemblance you hold to the essence of me?
