Last Will

Disconnected, the inevitable inescapable.
All I ask is that you deliver me back to that which has
lent me support with no ulterior motives.
Bury me deep enough so that roots of trees planted
eventually envelop me in an everlasting embrace.
Gather round me from dusk to dawn,
listen to our favorite songs and dance for me
since my two left feet are no longer able.
Celebrate! Unusual, though this request personal,
for I've lived a life with no regrets.
Pour me a drink as you party well into the night,
holding hands under the light of the moon,
for a moment sharing a comfortable silence
as you each reminisce on times we've spent together.
On those days I cross your mind,
you'll always know where to find me.