A child sat alone,
All on her own,
Crying, till her eyes bled out.
What to others was a celebration
Was to her a funeral.
Each passing day was closer to a goodbye,
And no matter how she consoled herself,
Her heart still clenched with the last-times.
But suddenly, a wind blew,
Pages turned
And a voice, as quiet as a whisper, said,
"Your journey together isn't over yet."
And she realised,
Wiping dry her eyes,
That they may not share the same air,
But with every breath she took,
Every move she made,
Every new experience she gained,
They would always remain with her,
Integrated.
