Wondering
I cannot help but wonder
when I'm gone
long departed from this life,
what stories will they tell
of all those encounters possibly marking -
who I was,
what I did,
where I went,
how I made my way through the years;
the life experiences that molded and blended me
to be a part of their lives,
close friend, partner, lover,
companion, significant other,
relative sister, aunt, mother, daughter
me
in their memories.
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