One Day When I'm Gone Poem by Aya Poetess

In my heart,
I have built a shrine
of our memories to worship
when you are gone.

If my demise comes first,
shroud my torso
with rose briars
and peony petals
that have adorned
our story
my body you'll relinquish
to the serene and stormy sea
that we've lived
and we've cherished

Carve my heart
out of my soul
bury it in your chest
pulsate with its beat
to remind you that
I will live in you
F O R E V E R