The Tribute Band
When I die,
will you form a tribute band
and call it “Our Girl”?
Will it make people alive?
Will it have a place in this world?
Is that up to me?
I don’t want to leave
with a scream.
I want a hearty whisper,
fortunate yet mere.
One that says, “Remember them?
They were kind of here.”
Heart of hearts,
how hard it must be
to say goodbye one last time.