Remnants of me

And when I pass, I hope you visit my tomb to talk about all the funny, stupid things we would laugh about if I was still here.

Though your presence at my send off would bring me joy, I hope that if u are not in attendance, u would comfort my soul by reminiscing upon our time together just as I did in my last 7 minutes.

I hope that the thought of me, whispers and lingers in your ears.

I hope our memories play like a new catchy song in your heart, a melody as a haunting echo.

And inevitably when the song no longer feels melodically captivating, I hope that I stick onto you like a sore bruise on the knee of a child.

Overtime the bruise will heal and make room for new skin to develop but in that moment I hope that you hold onto me like a precious heirloom, that you could pass on and talk about together with your future generations to come.