the last thing i will beg of you

if you are preoccupied
then i hope you will have heard me
knocking first

if you are yet busy
please find just five more
good things to remember me by
if not i
am fine with three
or one
and if there is none then spare me
your sword and i will
bury me in your memory

if you are despairing
allow me
to tailor the clouds, the winds, to
crosshatch the oncoming monsoon
such that you will always
be reached by patches of light
at least one for your head
your heart, and the palm of your hand

if you feel the need to scooch
closer, ever closer, to that
edge
of the universe
and tip over
please spin halfway as you fall
you will rest as a constellation
or fall perfectly headfirst
and become a very bright star

i cannot keep
you in my hands
when i must reach out
to your heart

please

if you are hurting
put half of it in me
if you are weary
disrobe me
and if you are burdened
my two hands
emboldened by the weight of my life
can counterweigh the sadness of yours
and if you must wilt
eyes last
if you must go
don't look back
and if you must spill
do it across the sky
wide, and long, and unkempt
and uncaring
a single streak of everything
that will prove you were here.