One Last Goodbye Poem by Michelle Hanes

Why is it that
They're always sending me flowers
When what I need are gravestones
Just send the flowers to my family
Say it's something to remember me by

As the snow melts away and the dust builds up,
The fire goes out.
As the burning logs crumble and the flames shrink,
The fire is no more.

I never thought I'd say goodbye in such a horrible way.
Sending flowers with a simple note.
At least I got this chance, I'm grateful.
To give this last goodbye.

As the beeping slows down,
The fire flickers with disease.
As code blue echoes in the air,
The fire's flames die out.