The favor

soon after I lose my grasp of the light                                                             

cremate my remains

sift my bones out

funnel me

into this

flask

and

DO 

SO  

.....I left this note of last request....

to you my friend who knew me best

the one I could always count on the most

let's go for a drive and have our last toast

load on both kayaks and our bike built for two

bring something warm, the sweater I made for you 

don't take a camera or even your phone

okay then turn it off and leave it in the glove box

where was I ? oh...don't bum out and stay home

look sorry for the rhyming ... I know how you feel about this,but there is something

I need you to do ...

please take me where we sat on that huge rock etched out by the crashing waves

behind the Cliffhouse restaurant in San Francisco. You know...you split popcorn

remember that crusty old speckled seagull that almost knocked me off... let's go there...

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

There is something so comforting about this write. To have a friend on whom you can depend even after death is to be a lucky soul. To have memories to share....special places you have visited that hold deep meaning for only the two of you....is particularly wonderful in this life. While the words hold a message that is sad, it was a peaceful poem....and written with wonderful honesty. Lydi**

[Bright Ocean Star]

Rossen, this poem haunts me. The fact that your account opens and closes has us all wondering whether or not you've been hacked or really have passed, but this poem was so memorable, I used it in a tribute to you, my friend. We hope you are still among the land of the living. Take care.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Rossen, this is a wonderful, wonderful piece. You made a final request funny and touching, sweet and sensitive, with beautiful specificity...you take the reader to this rock behind the restaurant. There is no room for tears and sorrow. You make it sound like your right there with your friend, there to celebrate the last adventure together. One last trip. I absolutely love this! I'm so thankful I signed up for WC so that I could find you and have the honor to read your work. Beautiful! I'll be thinking about this piece all day. It's positively haunting! 100/100

[Rossen]

Anne Pesacreta you...sweet you for this heart warming and memorable Review..

[Bright Ocean Star]

:)...you're welcome!

[An owl on the moon]

I've been to the Cliff House restaurant in San Francisco when I was growing up out there.. as haunted a feeling on those cliffs as your words bring forth in dark music, and memories of light.

[Thaddius]

I love the specificity, and the reflexive nature of the poem. 'please take me where we sat on that huge rock etched out by the crashing waves behind the Cliffhouse restaurant in San Francisco'. So simple and honest and unaffected, real. The craftsmanship of sound is effective and effortless, so unlabored. Good job

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is lovely... a meandering thought...
A sad, yet loving request, which brings a song to my mind...
"Somewhere only we know"~by Keane... I love that song...

Thank you for sharing your heart, dear Rossen~xoxo~:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, i am really liking your words....there is so much realness...they feel like they just flow from the depths of you..

love the theme here...don't get all gloomy and depressed over my death, celebrate me and the life we had, keep me with you...love me still as you did when i was alive.

smile for me, please.

I do like this so much Rossen, it's a snap-shot or a memory, or both, back and forward it seems,
Brilliant little details, your pen shows us, and those are the ones of a true poet, only one who can see them, write them out. I really enjoyed this piece of your library.

- Elisa

[Corset]

This reads like a last request from a man dying, it's heartbreaking yet warm in thoughts of someone that is/was dear and gave you many beautiful memories, so beautiful infact that you want to be tossed at the feet of them so you can blow away on the thought winds of your fondest memories.