When I Die

When I

die
I don’t want
anyone
to have to deal with my
stuff
I worry about this
Boxes of stuff packed
full
half empty
taped shut for the move
Stuff in closets
old and new
filling drawers
hopes
memories
fears
Just
stuff
What about the note
written in haste
not being so nice
and long forgotten
and
never sent
Piles of papers
needing to be filed
but mostly thrown
away
I wonder why
this seems so
important
I want to be
remembered
for who I am not what I
own
at least
for a while
In all of history
there are really
not too many people
who are
remembered
Some are good, some
wicked
but most are
forgotten
How long does our
light shine
on this tiny orb
How far does one
have to look back
to no longer
remember
At least
for a while
I want to be
remembered
for who I was
For the light I
blazed
onto this tiny orb
How many hearts
were warmed
Laughs shared
Touches relished
at least
for a while
So when I’m
gone
throw away my stuff
Just remember me
at least
for a while

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