Poem: Burn Me Up

Just burn me up.

I’ll be old and grey. 105. Sun on my face.

I’ll be surrounded by love. All the pieces of my heart tucked securely in theirs. The rain will be falling, thundering above.

I’ll be hand in hand with the boy I love best. In a quiet dream. Eternal rest.

I’ll be sipping my coffee by the window, with a book. Giggles of children floating on the breeze. Memories so vivid there’s no need to look.

I’ll be tucked in my bed. Warm and content. Arms pulled in tight. Pillow under head. 

I’ll miss me. And him. And them. And you.

I’ll leave instructions. Wildly inappropriate. One last laugh. An absolute production.

But please, 

On all that is good and great and lovely and decent,

Please,

Just burn me up. In whatever I’m wearing. Leave me alone. Don’t be weird about it.

C