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Do not cry for me, for I am gone.
When my ashes are brought home
don’t place them on a mantel
between the tacky Hummel figurines.

No, tip them out onto the backyard
but be sure the wind is not blowing 
into our neighbors open window,
that would not be cool.

I am not coming back
so check the wind once more,
or I might blow into the house again
and the dust-buster will clog up.

Do not look for me in the sky,
I am not there,
nor on or under the earth -
please really?

I may appear to you at night
if you lay with another man,
haunt you to your grave
if you marry again,
but that’s just me 
and my insecurities.

I am what ash becomes
when sifted through
the harps of heavenly angels:-

I am a song in your heart, 
the sparkle in your eyes,
the light beneath your smile
your shelter in any storm.

Also, I’ve the power to
trigger the cat
to pee in your bed
if you neglect 
to dust the photograph
of my grinning mug.

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