energy is neither created nor destroyed
Bury me with flowers
So when I become indistinguishable from the soil
The roses can sink into my skin
And decompose with me
We would become one
Become all
You would feel me under your bare feet
Because I would be there, in the grass
When I die
Spread my ashes through the main street of Greenville, Maine
It feels like childhood
And I want to eternally rest in the "good ol' days"
Or let beautiful flowers grow from my ribcage
So when you come to visit me
You can leave with daffodils for her
When she thanks you for the thoughtful gift
Nostalgia will be watching
With my short black hair and honey brown eyes