When You Come To See Off

When I am gone, who will come to see my lifeless form, lying peacefully? Will it be those who loathed my name, with hearts of stone and eyes of flame? Or will it be those who held me dear, with memories cherished and shed a tear? Perhaps it will be those who thought me friend, but in the end, our bond did bend. My body, now just a mere shell, will not reveal the answer to tell. For only in death, can we truly see the impact we've made, with our legacy. Like a butterfly, I'll leave this world, my soul unfurled, a story unfold. Or like a rose, my petals will fall, but my fragrance will linger, through it all. So when I'm gone, and you come to see, remember me, with love and empathy. For in the end, it's not the hate or love, but the memories I will leave shall rise above.