I Want.
I want to be missed.
I want to be searched after.
I want grief.
I want the earth to feel a cold space.
I want a deep ragged breath in my memory.
I want death to seem less ominous when I’m on the other side.
I want to be there with open arms.
I want to laugh with them at my reunion.
I want life so full that when it is over
I will be missed.
Nieces
Nephew
Son
Brother
Friends
I want to be missed because I loved you.
I love you.