Read This At My Funeral

I would like this read after I die if there is anybody to listen.

A life was changed
Many things were broken
Lists
Rules
Expectations
Dreams
Relationships
Status quo

Many languages spoken
And learnt
And built
With grammars
That bore plurals for things that hadn’t before
Realities
Loves
Bodies
States of being

And in ending
Yet another rule broken
Another grammar rebuilt
When I say
Life is ending
But I am not yet over

I pass into
Your atmosphere
Your ground
Somebody’s eyeballs
And a hundred different memories

Which will each
Break
And build new grammars of their own.