If you love me, won’t you let me die?
See my toes curled up under satin sheets
As they lower me into the ground.
I close my eyes and try to imagine the blissful silence of that sound.
If you need me, won’t you let me live?
Watch my eyes flicker as I wake up late on Saturday.
Only a flattened pillow for my headstone
With no desire to slide from these covers, this bed, this home.
Let us find for ourselves a field full of flowers
Lazy bright colored heads bobbing to and fro in the Spring winds
There we can steal a simple plot of tender Earth
And in your love, bury me there.
To watch as dirt replaces my rectangle sky
Oh if you love me, won’t you let me die?