I Wish Not To Miss Her

When my body forgets its name,

And time softens me into soil,

When bones become fragile,

And flesh learns how to disappear,

The worms born of my decay

Will still know her essence.

Not her face, not her voice,

But the quiet weight she left within me.

They will move through what remains of me,

Feeding on a heart that never stopped loving her.

Even in ruin, I will be faithful,

Even in death, I will remember.

Some loves do not survive life,

They survive its ending.

Even the worms born of my decayed body,

Will still carry the memory of her essence.

I wish to go first to be buried,

To become compost within the soil.

There I will await for you to be laid to rest,

Patient as earth and faithful as time.

Even as scattered particles,

Even without a name or form,

I wish not to miss her,

Not even in death.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.