Dead and Gone

When’ll be dead and gone,

When every particle of me,

will be dusted with the dawn,

Long after that you will still find a ounce of me inside you,

In the form of memories we created,

You will find me in those places where we visited,

You will find me in the warmness of your hand, that I held then,

You will find me in those lanes where we met each afternoon,

hiding ourselves in full public view.

You will smell me in those shirts that you will wear,

You will speak me when you ‘ll speak love

Yes, all of it even after I am dead and gone.