A fragment of memory

like death
the body that
dissolves into dust,
bones and
nothingness,
the spirit dissipates
to its sources
- the moon, the sun
and the distant stars -
forces that had come
together in a synergy
to form a child that was me

they return to their respective
sphere on my last breathe

and until these similar sources
meet again, i am but
a fragment of your memory

poem by John Tiong ChunghooReport problemRelated quotes
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