I hope someday the reminiscent scent of my being permeates your memory
Leaving you with tender smiles and chuckles
Frowning at the disdainful reality you've come to know: my demise, my demise, moving on from and back into this cyclic mess called life.
I hope someday my memory hits you tenderly
Soft enough for you to feel my existence still
Hard enough for you to let me out
Even in death , we live, only differently
I hope someday you struggle to remember like an amnesiac , my existence
And you be reminded of the beauty my existence did remind you of
The mystery and flawful beauty in life
I hope your every breath meets your lungs well
I hope you lay from the day's toil
On a bed of flowers
With the stars in view
Honey for your skin
Berry for your lips
Fur Elise to your ears
And some sorrow
Enough to warm your heart
I hope you live indeed
In memory of life.
Till death