I will hold onto your corpse
as I sing you my favorite song
I gently will try to hum
while my voice cracks
I will not mind your decaying flesh
or smell that is vomit inducing
I will sob against your chest
that is filled with cotton
I will trace my fingers along your face
though you won't be able to do it back
I will lay in your casket
and die beside you
as my weight goes down
I shall smile
as my eyes get heavy
I shall shut them
for then, I will rise.
and meet you, in heaven.
