What if I could choose
Where shall I rest my face
When I breathe my final one
Let it be in your hair
For they are the very essence
Of all I have dreamt of
And so shall be a fitting journey's end
They are my rain clouds
They are the shade of my noon sun
They are the scarf of my winters
They are, for they are yours
As I am
And as I will be
Until you choose to forget me