The Last Wish

​Beloved

When I am dead

Do not cry for me

Do not mourn me

Do not remember how I was 

For then 

It would be so vain

Do not tell people that I was a good daughter, sister, wife, mother

A human

For that would be a lie

You do not know me

You know my body, the blemishes, the stretch marks, cellulite

You know each corner of it.

But my soul?

You bounced it back when I offered

It came back to me, but not the same
No, don’t visit my grave 

Every-year

On my death anniversary

It would all be useless

Do not do anything then

That you do not do it now.

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