There’s a certain sadness when you know that someone will and is going to die soon. You recognize dysfunction, loss of thought, missing pieces of a person. You recognize deterioration, creases in skin and cracks in lips. You”ve watched them smile and you’ve watched them marry, you’ve watched them cook and tasted their wares. You’ve watched their style bloom, you’ve witnessed their love that never shattered, although bruised and battered. Now they’re dying; you know that they are. Their smile is hidden, their style is lost, their hair is missing and their heart is crossed. Goodbye, little lady, who was once a statue of stone. Sleep well when you leave me. I know i won’t be alone.
“Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, Be calm–love me–today–yesterday–what tearful longings for you–you–you–my life–my all–farewell. Oh continue to love me–never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.”