for rotting heals all wounds

all cuts all scars

all ilness

for the body that caused you pain will simply fade away

the heart that once ached now lives to nurture the trees

the brain that you desperately tried to fix now just dust in an empty room

and you'll be seen, in part, in the flowers growing above

bathed in the sun once more

beautiful but

rarely even admired by those who walk

the only remaining trace of you

to wither away again

or be stepped on

that is what you leave behind

for your legacy will die, if it even got the chance to crawl in the first place

and your memory will be swept away

in the end, all you leave is a perfect skeleton