non omnis moriar

I know not why she wrote it there
In a script that no one read anymore.
I know not why she got it there
And still forgot what it meant to her.
I know not why I liked that line
And thought of the truth that lay in it.
I know not why I read the sign
And decided tonight to stay with it.
“Not all of me will die” it said;
Not all of you will live either.
I know not why I fill the blanks
And fear that Death will meet her,
Not today or the day after
But one day, the nomad will come.
I know not why “Ozymandias”
Is what I fear I’ll hear him hum.