How say we now goodbye
to them we love and hold
as ours. A thousand ways
we hold ourselves in living,
but ten thousand ways
we hold ourselves in dying.
Every breath speaks
to our love, every pore
speaks to our connection.
Hold me in the silence
and the stillness as I leave
now, to become ONE
with the ALL. As I leave
to disappear. For I am
gone but just around
the bend. Hold me.
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