Please let me rest a while before I go - "I will let this hurt me for the last time"

Please let me rest a while before I go - "If they ask, please tell them all that I'm gone"

Our presents are buried in the garden.
These fragments wait in the attic that I haunt with you.
Our revenant digs out splinters stuck underneath the nails of their broken fingers.
Reveries linger outside the window.
My remains lie somewhere under the snow.
Your melody moves through the mycelium beneath.
I lie here still.
You are somewhere in between.
I wonder if our love will reach the clouds and become the rain someday.

Marceline Caulfield