After my body is gone
Where will you find me?
Motherless daughters then, you and I.
You will never be motherless.
After I die, don’t bury me in a grave.
What if you want to move somewhere?
What if that amazing gig you didn’t even know you wanted comes along?
Then you can’t visit my grave.
You could cremate me and keep
on a mantle
like an altar.
I don’t want to be stuck in a box.
Spread my ashes across the sea.
Bury my body under a new tree.
The place where the best of me can be visited
will always be with you.
In your heart.
Keep me there. It’s my favorite place anyway.
Embracing you with love and our frequent gales of laughter
as we collapse in hilarious wordless squeaking noises - tears running down our faces.
That’s where I am. In those tears of joy.
You are my heart walking around outside my body.
So that’s where I’ll be.
After my body dies.