A Piece of Me

I know you want a piece of me ...

the stained windows
the door framed with flowers
the rain-soaked colorful roads ...
they may remind you of me,
but they are not me.

I’m not from here ...

I’ll be reduced to ashes someday
and be blown away by the wind.
maybe I’ll reach for the distant stars
or maybe I’ll just remain
in your essence.

maybe my memories
will remain with you,
but I don’t know whether
I’ll be left with any memories …
of you, me, us, here ... forever!

I know you want a piece of me,
but I’m not from here you see!