I’ll Remember You

From the moment of birth
death is the end.
For some life is long, 
for some life is short.
But the beginning
the next is death.

Each hour, minute, second
you age more and more
coming closer to death
closer and closer until...

You are no more
you have passed on
moved on to another place.
Now you no longer exist.

People will mourn.
They will cry, 
but they will remember.
Remember the great things
the great things of your past.

But most of all I will, 
yes I will remember.
I'll remember the good and the bad.
Without someone to remember
you would be forgotten.

[A/N] Written during Astronomy. I texted a friend and asked for a subject and she chose death. It fits my dark motif of some of my other poems.

Written: March 2011