Who will you be when you're nobody?
When everything you've known about yourself shrinks
Until it fits into a 5x7 photograph
What used to make your heart beat
Is a song whose words you just can't remember
(Though occasionally you catch yourself humming the melody)
Your heart beats only for itself now, a selfish child
Who at any moment may become bored and no longer wish to play your game
What will matter when senses fail?
The love you gave and sent and lived
Will become a bard that sings your story
Long after all else fades to a whisper