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What if I die
What if I die
Seventy-five
As you shovel dirt on me
Your words don’t come down with me
What if I look up
And you are not there
Did you do everything trying to win me back
If I had a gravestone
Would you leave dandelions
For all the things that you couldn’t give
If I die
Do spray my ashes
On the roads to my past
For all the things that you couldn’t fix
My love my love
You have the rest of your life to be dead
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This poem is about losing and loving. I wrote this very spontaneously one day when I was taking an evening walk in my boarding school.
When faced with the splendid of youth, I constantly think about when all of this disappear and I am left with grief. If I am to die, I want my love to remember me, to give things they couldn't give. I may be buried under places that we used to go to, under the bleachers, behind the buildings ...