Gone

Gone into the distant thoughts of others  
when I am no more than a memory.  
 
Vanished into the clay of the earth,  
gone I'll be into that distant memory.  
 
When my voice dies with me,  
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.  
 
Gone into the imagination of others  
where they recall only the best of me.  
 
Vanished to into the nothingness,  
gone I'll be into that memory.  
 
When my hand dies with me,  
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.