Can you hear me?

My dear, don't cry -

combine my ashes with
cinders of incense
I'll be forever on your mind,

 in blue jeans

It hurts that you will be
moving on
You are free to love,
by all means
Time has no meaning                                                                                

for me now,
so I'll wait for you

Upon your demise,

come looking for me

Remember to  take
the road less traveled

You will find me
leaning on                                                                                            
 a red-spotted toadstool,

wearing my old school
Letterman sweater....and hey,
my tennis shoes

You will always be my sweetheart
 I long for your caresses,
 the smell again
of your sweet perfume

Claudia asks us to write  today from the perspective of  a dead man.......