Poetry

When mourning for me
I want you to smile
think of how things use to be
when I was alive

but I know you won’t listen
I know you will start to cry
for all the things I’m missin’
before you said goodbye

I want you to be happy
get out and find someone else
let them see how funny you are
and feel the things I felt

Live your life for the both of us
I hope it will be a pleasant one
and every night you pray to me
so I can hear your voice