When I Become a Memory
One day,
my footsteps
will disappear
from these roads.
My voice
will become
an old echo.
My chair
may remain empty,
yet I hope
someone smiles
while remembering
a conversation
we once shared.
We cannot choose
how long we stay.
But we can choose
how gently
our presence
touches another life.
And perhaps,
that is enough
to become unforgettable.