So much will stand when I leave.
Most of what I am goes nowhere.
The shadow bit of me that is uncertain
needs no one’s pity or memory.
I will fall off the big stage laughing.
My parts were so simple anyway
that I lived almost invisibly, until,
eventually, all the subtlety had left.
This is great getting off so easily!
Any new place I find already holds me.
Everything seems to be gone,
but I know I won’t leave all at once.