Moving On

Bury me face down
You should know
I always slept that way.

Bury me with a pillow,
My flask,
and my Parliament Lights,
And nothing more.

Bury me shallowly, please,
So I might still
Feel the drops of rain in spring.

Bury with me
Your sadness and hurt
For I am in a better place.

Bury our differences
As I surely would have
Buried them with you.