I see the truth in the
Shadow I make
I see it again when I hear
My voice recorded
I see the truth in my photograph
And also in the bathtub ring
I see it again when I turn back to glance
Where I was sitting or lying down
In all these I see the truth...
The truth that I was here...
If only for the moment...and left...
But the slightest impression...
And for this I am thankful
