They once walked among the cemetery
counting the years on the gravestones
on a regular autumn afternoon
A peek at other people′s death
and the live ones left up there
Flowers in hand
Will you as well burry me?
She asked
Surround me with my favorite plants
after we finish the youth and the middle age
Burry me
as a nice, smiley silver hair old lady
Remember to leave breadcrumbs when you leave
so that you can find the way back
when you are old enough like I did
Shall we put something funny on our gravestone?
We might get some more Likes than our neighbors
if someone walk among the cemetery one day
