I don't want the first bouquet of flowers I receive to be placed softly atop my coffin
If you wish to tell me something, don't wait until I no longer have the ability to speak but only to listen.
Words are appreciated when spoken softly into the ear, not tearfully over a certain subtle stillness.
Tell me
Tell me when something aches you
What consolation do you need?
Then maybe when I've had a day that leaves me in a cloud of grey
When little is bright and kind
When I wish for nothing more than solidarity
you may ask what I had once pushed upon you
