When I am dead,
Cry for me a little,
Think of me sometimes,
But not too much.
Think of me now and again,
As I was in life,
At some moments it’s pleasant to recall,
But not for long.
Leave me in peace,
And I shall leave you in peace,
And while you live,
Let your thoughts be with the living.
Not sure who to credit this to, it’s by ANON (unknown person). Came across it in a poetry book I picked up from my local library a few days back.
It’s the last line for me, that we have to move on and hold onto what’s living, as opposed to always delving into the past, searching for someone who is never going to come back.