When I die, spread my ashes through places of my youth. Places of my prime. When I was as beautiful as I’ll ever be. When I was wise enough but not too much, and not yet hardened by life. Spread me through my old stomping grounds, under the Vina bridge and into the sea. Spread me along the beach and let the waves take my soul to the Mexican shore. Scatter me through the mountains of Tennessee, the fields of Missouri, and the rough Detroit streets. Say a last goodbye to my summers in North Carolina hilltops.Take me to Chicago. Sprinkle my ashes atop our forsaken high-rise and let the windy city live up to its name. Leave bits of me where loved ones once stayed. I’ll mingle with memories forgotten and tattered heartstrings of the past. Save one last piece of me for the graveyard; bless those I once trampled on in my silent escapes and now join in silence forever.
