When my eyes close for the final time

When the box is lowered into the ground.
​​​​​​ When my body is nothing more than a vacant vessel.
When that familiar feeling of my presence is no longer around.
When I can no longer be saved.
​​​​​​ When I'm nothing but a frayed memory.
When my zero hour arrives.
​​​​​​ You'll miss me.
I don't mean that in a derogatory way.
There is no venom or ill will harbored within my words.
Besides,

I'll miss you too.