I Want To Die Before You

I

want to die before you.

I

want to die before you.

Do you think that who passes later

will find who's gone before?

I don't think so.

You'd better have me burned,

and put me on the stove in your room

in a jar.

The jar shall be made of glass,

transparent, white glass

so that you can see me inside...

You see my sacrifice:

I renounced from being part of the earth,

I renounced from being a flower

to be able to stay with you.

And I am becoming dust,

to live with you.

Later, when you also die,

you'll come to my jar.

And we'll live there together

your ash in my ash,

until a careless bride

or an unfaithful grandson

throws us out of there...

But we

until that time

will mix

with each other

so much that

even in the garbage we are thrown into

our grains will fall side by side.

We will dive into the soil together.

And one day, if a wild flower

feeds from this piece of soil and blossoms

above its body, definitely

there will be two flowers:

one is you

one is me.

I

don't think of death yet.

I will give birth to a child.

Life is flooding from me.

My blood is boiling.

I will live, but long, very long,

but with you.

Death doesn't scare me either.

But I find our way of funeral

rather unlikable.

Until I die,

I think this will get better.

Is there a hope you'll get out of prison these days?

A voice in me says:

maybe.