Inspired by recent posts by @Tsultrim, I pencilled a poem a couple of years ago but left it unwritten until now:
Don’t Cry For Me
Don’t cry for me, the cold corpse that lies before you is not me, for I now have left this place, to where I can’t be sure, my time here was a mere momentary pause in a life eternal. I did not fear death, my only anguish was for those I left behind, so; save your t e a r s, they are no use to you or I. Know that I lived a full life, with joy, with love, with friendship, with you around me. I found true meaning. My last request: be strong, be brave, be happy, be the best that you can be, remember me but let me go. My journey continues, in another time, another place, another me. Don’t cry for me, please.