“Don’t visit my grave,” you said

“It’s an empty shell,”

But I lay purple petals on the earth

Defying you with a spell

For though you were right you weren’t to know

That I need a certain place 

Where memories may come and go 

And looking down on my small bouquet

They form a mandala, a ring, a Mobius

Strip encircling time

Making a Now that whispers Us