Let me further indulge my occasional morbid tendencies – though clearly I am not the only one going down that path, today. I am inspired (not for the first time) by Stoner. I particularly like her words ‘dry as a twig’, for some reason. Suddenly I can’t imagine anything ever being drier than that.
*****
Look with love
From above
As I lay alone
Bits of old bone
In the dirt
No more hurt
No eulogy here
No fear
Of a ghost
I loved you most
As I died
And you cried
Showing me
That knowing me
Had been real
And making me feel
Loved at the end
But let’s not pretend
It’s the end, too
For you
So laugh once again
Remember me when
You’re not alone
A new love of your own
Sing a song
Say ‘so long’
Misbehave
Dance on my grave
*****
Richmond Road 
I really like this one.
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Thank you. When the day for dancing on my grave comes, consider yourself invited.
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I’ll be long gone by then
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I’m not going to have a grave, but I expect people to drink and dance, and remember me with laughter!
I’d be honored to dance on your grave😆
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Yeah. I probably won’t have a grave either – such a waste of space. So I was speaking figuratively. And so, speaking figuratively, I will save the last dance for you.
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