Hi, How Are You? Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They should bury me
Right now,
While my heart still
Beats with your love,
Before that goes away
To die
Like everything else.

Just kick the dirt over
The daisy with the toe of
Your boot,
Hide it from the sun
While it is still beautiful
This spring

For this thought of you
Is the best thing I
Have ever owned,
And I want to rest
With you blooming inside me,
Displaying to me seasons of fragile life,
For eternity.