Before I’m gone
Before I’m gone
Before I’m gone
Tell them that
I was here
Doing something
I don’t have the words to describe it
But I was doing something
Something you could have noticed
Like how you do things that I could have noticed
But we didn’t
But that doesn’t matter
It was the action that mattered
Like how sugar cubes fall into coffee
And seem to not be there after a moment
And dissolve
But that cube did matter
Even after it seem to have died
Someone felt its sweet and warm taste
