Remember To Remember Me
There is something in the pang of change — More than the heart can bear — Unhappiness remembering happiness.
When all that remains of me are my cremated ashes
don’t store them in an urn upon the mantel.
No love is in that stone — a shrine to a soul now free.
Scatter them somewhere, anywhere, everywhere.
It does not matter,
but don’t save them as a remembrance of me.
Remember me as the soft touch upon your face,
the smile that awakened you each morning,
the hand you held whenever we were
close enough to touch.
Remember most of all the laughter.
It will comfort you during this time we are apart.
Our love is my only tie to this existence,
it lives here still, in my soul’s heart
and in your remembrance of me.
When memories are all that remain —
Remember to remember, me.