"Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
She wanted so much for her lie to be believed, she would up anything. She had a lump in her throat. Tears streamed down her face. But maintaining her beaming smile, she continued.
'It will be all right.
You recover.”
This is what they told to me:
"It takes time...
Time to heal, time to forget."
This is what I told them:
That healing lies not in forgetfulness
But in remembrance
Of you.
The smell of the sea on your skin;
The small and perfect foodprints you leave in the sand,
In remembrance there are no endings.
And so you lie there, now and always, by the sea.
You open your eyes. You touch me.
The sun is in your fingertips.
And I am healed.
I am healed.