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