Cole

i don’t really mind if people forget-

it doesn’t matter to me-

everyone forgets things- 

and some people forget so many things-

all that remains is feeling,

a body of things-

that is what i hope remains-

after me-

not my memory-

but what is left –

of being loved-

seen-

cared for and honored as a human being-

I want the moments I’ve shared-

to remain as a feeling –

that lets you honor life-

as a beautiful thing-

after me –

if the sunset remains-

I want the feeling of orange pink-

red indigo-

midnight-

the feeling of a rooftop-

a dance floor-

a meal.

after me

the trees sway with my memory

you need not be.