If you should take my eyes
May you see the signs I was blind to
And gaze on far horizons
Knowing they’ve been home
If you should take my skin
May you not shy from the warmth of an embrace
And endure the electric crawl of anxiety
Knowing fear is a creation of the mind
If you should take my liver
Know that it has forsworn anger
The bile of memory
A taste too bitter for my tender health
If you should take my lungs
May you revel in the scent of wonder-filled expansion
Ready to inhale even deeper
With my net for all the breaths that caught there
And if you should take my heart
Know that it is already broken
And daring you to shatter it
With every beat you are given
For I am gone
And you are living
