Now I’m dead,
keep me in your
head; remember
me. Taste the milk
white petals of
our tears, put
fears aside and
keep me in your
head; remember
me. Keep the silence
of the house at
times as a
whisper; an intake
of quiet breath.
Like we’re sleeping.
Remember me; consider
and return to those
places we visited
together: those sun-
filled, scented streets.
The stones and
wells, the sea-sides
and the souks:
remember me. Keep
me in your head,
dead only in those
cold hours while we
sleep.
Keep me in your
heart: put me between
the heartbeats hear
my pulse thump in
those moments.
Remember me: keep
me in your head.
Dead and not dead.
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