The last tear is shed. Wide eyes stare but see nothingness. Her makeup is perfect; her eyes, a beautiful shade of green. Lush long golden brown hair hangs off the back of a chair like a beautiful waterfall; a beautiful and solemn song plays in the background but she cannot hear it. The complexity of her, the potency of her love, her intricacies …
Hear their love for you in their weeping and the stories they tell of you. Hear them whisper your name in the twilight and in the darkness of night. Hear the songs sung about your many exploits, and about your wonderful spirit. You are indelible upon them; you are sealed upon their memory.
The beauty of you … my god, the beauty of you.
You live; you yet live.