His soul was consumed by her. The very sun that once had shined so incandescently, had darkened. Anguish shriveled him into a freeze, what was he doing with the time he had left?

The flower was yanked from the ground, because the thought of weeds the people couldn't handle. He didn't protect what needed his protection. He couldn't preserve an ounce of what was important. Spring has now gone, and it will not come again.

As he laid in death, he had a single thought. At this very moment that he was bleeding out, another out in the world must have the same exact feeling. Fear. But when the fear passed, the pain was gone. He felt relief, he came to realize he wasn't alone in dying. He wasn't ever alone in anything. The last breath left him and he passed away, but to his surprise all the weight lifted from his body, and he began to float. He looked to his left and to his right and caught glimpse of another close by. Then another appeared, and another. All of these beings he had never met in life, humans, and animals both spoke to him. Told him their stories and wonders of love and life, how beautiful it was. Their lives had ended, but they remembered they had planned this all along. Before they had names and stories. This anxiously awaited thought to be cold embrace, turned out to be as warm as an ember you could grasp in your hand.
The next moment he awoke in bed from this beautiful dream, but was it really?

The devil once told me of  a queen spider, how the title had little to show for in the midst of time and change. It explained to me that no matter who or what you are, there will always be change.
To give rise to that explanation, the queen died the very next day.

Bury me adrift, leave me remembering that even after I’m gone, the universe will go on. That you will go on, my darling little universe.