FLOWERS
Don’t waste your flowers on my grave
don’t weep for me
I won’t care.
When night falls and the new dark
is not so dark, after all
don’t look to the stars
I won’t be there.
I won’t haunt you
I won’t want to
stick around
once they lay my body down,
lay my body down.
Don’t look back
don’t try to trap
you can’t cage what time takes away.
The end of the story
is still part of the story.
Don’t slip into worry
when this all fades.
Don’t waste your flowers on my grave
don’t spend your remaining days
consumed by loss.
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