...and the light fades

In my passing
what will they say
as they gather round
the death display
will they shed a tear
for this pallid face
or feign a moment
of silent grace
the final glances
the final sighs
the final light
on sleeping eyes
the coffin closed
the voices fade
i watch them walk
through sun and shade
back to their homes
back to their lives
where perhaps a piece of me survives