bury me, and build a grave

i want a grave.

don’t throw me to the wind,

don’t let me haunt your midday walks when the trees sing.

don’t scatter me in an ocean,

don’t let every shade of curling blue be a reminder of the eyes that can’t see you.

don’t harden me into jewellery,

don’t let my heart weigh heavy on yours.

i want a grave.

i want you to weep at my headstone,

and watch grass grow over my body.

i want you to talk to me like i am still there, just 6 feet away.

i want you to have a place with me.

but most importantly,

a place you can leave.

• i want you to move on

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