Waxen, jaundiced flesh still warm yet fast setting firm; dejected pod devoid of your essential self, the quintessential you. My lips gently kiss your now cold brow one last time, more from love and respect than belief that I am kissing “you”. Silence fills the air, no life energy present except my own. The stillness is almost shocking, contrasting violently with the rapid, short, shallow gasps for air but a few hours earlier as I kissed you goodbye.
You are here no more, busy instead visiting those you’ve known and loved, to bid them farewell, free at last from this mortal prison that confined your true spirit for so long.
Goodbye.
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