Oh my love, you are my oldest friend.
I know your legs have weakened and your nose so dry;
I must admit you near the end of days, soon to join Daffodil
by way of pushing daisies.
For I still inhabit spring, I will always feel you in every
cherry blossom bloom.
The ticking of my many wall clocks reminds me that I’m never
too far behind.
For you, I hope there really is a heaven…
Please wait for me.
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