I Am Fleeting

I am fleeting;
I have come
I have gone 
 
My words are smoke in the air
Floating, dissippating with time
My image fades in the memories
Of those I have touched
 
And yet
Who I am and who I was
Remain
A picked flower,
A handprint in the sidewalk,
Carved initials in the fence,
A gentle feeling of nostalgia,
An echo
 
Even if I am forgotten
Remnants of myself
Endure time
 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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