If I die tomorrow, please don't confine me in a half-hearted casket, never send me a dying flower, a condolence, and never a tear.
I am not a tragedy.
Instead...grind my bones to powder and sprinkle them to the air. Let me breathe the breath of the many I have wanted to comfort.
Let me graze upon their cheek and ruffle their hair. I want to let them know that I still care though I'm not there with them.
That I can touch them, and hold them dearly
and whisper in their hearts...
"I love you"
still in the same way I do now
and so much more tomorrow.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
If I die tomorrow, please don't confine me in a half-hearted casket, never send me a dying flower, a condolence, and never a tear.
I am not a tragedy.
Instead...grind my bones to powder and sprinkle them to the air. Let me breathe the breath of the many I have wanted to comfort.
Let me graze upon their cheek and ruffle their hair. I want to let them know that I still care though I'm not there with them.
That I can touch them, and hold them dearly
and whisper in their hearts...
"I love you"
still in the same way I do now
and so much more tomorrow.
Written by
16/Neither/Dipolog City, Zamboanga D
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
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