If I should die -
                           it'll be because I'm no longer needed.
You'll have found your purpose in life
                           and mine will be through.
I don't have a favorite flower
                          so when I die,
I want to be buried with every poem I ever wrote about you.

You won't need them anymore-
                           because after I'm gone-
You'll lose interest.
                            I'll be nothing but a dream-
a long gone memory that you'll remember in the dead of night
and thinking that I'm just a nightmare,
                            I'll be shut in once again-
laid back into the coffin that you nailed shut.

There's no sense in keeping skeletons in your closet.