Sing me a melody Slow and raw, filled with my memory, A ballad or a lullaby, Or any symphony to say your goodbyes, Or hum with your longing— Wherever I go, I will be listening. Read me an elegy Soft and reverent, but do not praise me. Say the words out loud and clear, So I can hear every confession and every tear. Steady all your grief; Mourn, but do not forget that you must breathe. Write me a masterpiece A memoir, biography, or poetry, About the nights I cried alone, The love I held tight, the fear I could not show. The truth I never dared to speak: I am not that strong; I am weak. Now bury me with lilies, Along with my chrysanthemums and orchids, Place them in my casket; As I drift away into the golden sunset, They will be my company, As I fade with them into eternity.





















