You are not coming back. I have made room for that knowing. Our time ran out quietly. No warning. Just an ending that arrived when I was not ready. It hurts. I will not pretend it does not. And still, beneath the ache, there is a small, steady warmth. I am glad you were here. Glad for the laughter, the closeness, the briefness that made it glow. Some good things do not stay. They pass through, leave their mark, and teach us how to say thank you even while letting go. ~ still waiting...Thea Hart ~