I was thinking, contemplating
What will I leave behind?
Symbols of what meant so much to me
How will I want her to remember me?
How will I live on in her memory?
She knows my passion for writing
So I am making her a book
Everything I pen I'm putting in
and on each page a tear
I try to wipe them awa
but they flow so fast and heavily
watermarks of my mortality
She knows I love music
So I'm making a collection of CD's
every song that moves my heart, soul, and spirit
As i make my list, listening to each one
my heart strings come undone
what i hope for her will be a comfort and beautiful
for me is a symphony of sorrow
the music of my forever funeral
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