When I'm Gone...

It’s not the time to send me flowers.

I can’t smell them anymore.

It’s not the time to write me letters.

I can’t answer them any more.

It’s not the time to give me cards.

I can’t read them anymore.

It’s not the time to say sorry.

I can’t appreciate them anymore.

It’s not the time to say praises.

I don’t need them anymore.

It’s not the time to say I love you.

I can’t feel them anymore.

It’s only the time to be silent.

And to pray, pray, pray.

And perhaps the time to shed.

A few tears, as to me you say goodbye.