I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy when I’m gone.
When you mourn me, make your mourning bright,
Adjusting what you long for to the light.
The art of memory is celebration.
Yearning that turns sorrow into song,
Opening a heart forever young
Upon the unmade bed of its creation.
Celebrate my life, and also my death,
Hold onto me with unresentful tears,
A testament to what we’ve learned of love,
Pleased again to move as your heart moves.
Partaking with no loss in passion of
Years as rich and full as were our years.
