Graves are filled by bodies
      that used to be people.
Decomposing flesh
  that litters the bottom of the coffins.

Do not visit my grave.
      I will not be there.

Instead, imagine me in the room
      where you are sitting.
Talk to me, if you want.
I'll answer in the wind chimes
      that ****** in the breeze.

I shall remind you
      that I love you.
That you meant something to me
      and I appreciated your presence.

I shall touch your heart
      with remembered conversations.
Wonderful words that will
      echo like bells in the silence.

Do you think death
      will make me forget you?
No. It shall not.
I will caress you with my
      zig zagging spirit
that will
stay with you long after
      my body is gone.

The priest will intone his prayers.
      The casket will be blessed.

Significant gestures that should
      bring comfort to those gathered.

Afterwards.
Look around.
I'll be wishing love
      on everyone.
Smelling the funeral flowers
      that lie upon the newly laid dirt.