I will meet you there.

"Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I will meet you there."

Perhaps you will remember me. Perhaps you won't. But I know you'll be there. May be you would wear your hair differently. May be you will get flowers. Yellow Sunflowers , White Daisies or Pink Chrysanthemums. Or may be you'll get them all. The sun will be shining brightly, Without an ounce of cloud nearby. Underneath the clear skies, would be the very place, we had decided to meet, if ever we part ways. You had told me once, I look great in a Tux. So, my last wish was to get buried in one. In the same field which we had run past numerous times, barefoot. As children , as adolescents ,as lovers.

"When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense."

It has been five years since the day I was put to rest. It has been ten years since you told me that you needed some time alone, That all this has been a mistake, that "WE" have been a mistake. And had to let go of you, just like that. Visit to the local toddy shop, became a frequent affair. But believe me I tried , I tried to stop myself. Unfortunately, I couldn't. I knew if things continued the same way, I would cease to exist. Little did I know that I would be diagnosed with Leukemia, a few months later. But I have no regrets. For in death, I realized that you never could have left me. For you would continue to dwell in my fragile soul which still awaits your arrival. And will continue to do so. For,beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. And I will meet you there.