I learned it only by losing you, that some pain has no words to hold it. I never doubted we would still laugh tomorrow and the day after. Silent trust, innocent disregard— I see now it was an unfaithful hope. Still… I wanted you to stay. What a selfish wish that was. The sin you showed me is still a bone in the frame of who I am. O fleeting life, blossoms falling, layered memories and tears that never dry. If love cannot last, why do we love at all? Shards scattered wide return to the smallest threads of being. Parting is the nature of this world; this body is only a fleeting form. Yet know that I continue to exist within this great whole. Could these hands have done anything? Even that thought feels proud. For years I feared to speak it aloud, but in the twelfth August since you left I take a step and lay my parting gift at your feet. O fleeting life, blossoms falling, this love and grief piling high, tears that will not dry. A wish unfulfilled —I will give it to the song. Life’s breath turns and turns, and the soul finds new vessels. This endless flow is the law of forever. Be at peace. Though I am not beside you, I remain—always— somewhere in this vast world with you. Until the final moment I will remember the proof that you were here. I could do nothing for you, yet as long as I am, I will carry you forward.
