I am not the type of girl who gets missed.
But when I’m gone I hope they still set
a place for me at the table.
I hope they look through my writing
and know that I loved them.
I hope they listen to the bands I adored
and something good stirs within them.
I hope they read my beat up books
and realize why I cherished them so.
I hope they ride the subway trains
in New York because that is where
my heart lies.
I hope they remember my name.
I am wary of ever letting people get
close to me, because the more people
I befriend, the more people I must apologize
to for ending my life so soon.
But I hope many faces are at my funeral.
I hope too many flowers cover my grave.