your ashes scattered
to the ground
your dust on the wind
elswhere bound
all that is left with us
is memory
sad joyous sweet
you were fire's
warmth, a bright flickering
thing
that consumed life
created smoke
and loved a gathering....
you were a life complete
you ****** it's marrow dry
and the smiling crunched
upon the bones.
you left no regrets
behind,
only those left regretful
that you had called time.
but the battle had become
too fierce to final
and you did not want
become a caricature
of your former self....
and so you finished
as you had begun
with a warcry....
and then
the deed was done.
my child hood friend....
always the life of the party
committed suicide....
after learning...she had
terminal cancer