“When I Die”
When I die,
I want to fall in my bed exhausted,
Covered in scars,
Stories buzzing in my head,
Of memories and inside jokes,
From a lifetime of misadventure—
My broken bones barely healed,
My weathered skin and matted hair,
A body running on fumes,
And I want to lay there,
A room full of grand children,
Minds alive with curiosity,
For a world begging to be explored,
And a beautiful wife,
With soft hands in mine,
Who will look at me,
And smile,
Because she knows me best,
And as I go,
She will squeeze my hand,
Stories sparkling in my eyes,
As I leave,
On one last adventure.
-Atticus
