Bare.

If you see my face no more, don’t you cry
If you can no longer hear my voice, don’t wonder why

If my laughter stops and my smile fades
If my skin loses color and tones and shades

If my legs give out, and I fall to the ground
Whimper an awful, sickly sound

Don’t surround me, don’t come near
Don’t dare to shed a single tear

I am gone, don’t save me now
Let me go, don’t wonder how

I am not afraid, I am not forgotten
I am not whole or honest often

All I am, is a single strand,
A bird, a butterfly, lands on your hand

Not here, not gone, though forevermore
I will ache for you, from shore to shore