"Wait... when will I ever see you again?"
"When the sun rises above the horizon for it's final pirouette of warmth, light, and happiness."

Those were the lasts words from her, right before she died as she was struck by an oncoming vehicle.

Now as I look out towards the horizon from the cliff edge, on this blissful summer morning, I think of those words.
Warmth trickles through my veins as the sun begins to peek above the line from which it hid under.

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

The words escaped my lips in a quiet blow, as the wind beneath me make me unable to speak.

My decent is soon to end, and my final destination, a splatter of trepidation, with a dabble of bitter sweetness. A smile carves across my face.

Her embrace, her love, her smile, will all be soon to come.