i am going to die;
beautifully.
if i say not to cry on my death bed,
it would be too cliche and unnatural.
weep all you want.
because it would be the last time
you would be seeing me.
and somewhere there,
i will be standing with no feet.
at the corner of the room.
seeing you in tears.
it makes me saddened too.
but no way that i could come back.

yet, i will leave you all.
beautifully with a smile
and contentment
that i could feel the world
at least once,
though it gave me
a bit of bitter too.