DEATh

Just a few more days
And then
I’ll be gone
Into the clouds

I will become a wind
A part of the waters
that course through
the stoniest of beds
And live forever….

I will be like lost music
The one that constantly murmurs
At your ears
But doesn’t come back

I will become a part
Of the past.
` So free your present
Of my presence.
And lemme go.

Even then
Won’t you think
Of me once
In a blue moon?
‘Coz my love would
Live on…

And one day
there will be
tiny purple flowers
on my tomb