The destination is announced...
...I feel his embrace,
but he does not hold me,
he is there to be held,
there
is
no
support,
no counsel,
and no consolation.
This journey is his,
and his alone.
His hold weakens,
his embrace is fragile,
and futile.
His footsteps grow distant...
...all that he ever was floods through me...
...and my heart beats
because
his
is
no
more.