When they bury me
can I be buried with you?
Lying side by side

Dead,
holding hands
so that my bones
and your bones
will be our bones,
it has always been you and me -

Ensuring that our promises
will not burn out like the candles flame
let me held by you for eternity
as I will forever be holding onto you,
onto our memories.

Promises made when the breath
that was fresh within our lungs
will seep into our bones
and hold each other there forever

memories, promises, stories
lingering in our remains