If you are the one to bury me, if I am lucky enough to spend my last moments knowing your heart is the one still trailing Earth's quiet curvature, bury me as you have done everything else for me, gently and sweetly. I don't want to be a cloud of barren dust falling to ruin on the coffee table – I want to sleep with the trees and feel their warm roots overtaking me, and I want them to curl around my ears and my arms and however else they wish, because it won't matter to me anymore. Don't mark my patch of land with any tombstone – I want to be quiet, in death as in life. Let good and evil reign above me, for I am but one flash across this Earth. Don't think about me or what I'm doing, for I will surely never leave you (never worry, dear, I am closer to you now than I ever was before). I am not only around you but also inside you, threading warm wings throughout you until you come home.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the September 2014 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.