When I Was Me

The time will come when
my time is done,
And the hands that run
Within me cease.

When the ticking hum
and the pattering drum
between these lungs
Finds its peace.

When my pieces and parts
and fragmented shards
Are an incomplete sum
of the whole that once was. 

When the time does come
for my life undone,
Will you remember the times
when I was me?